I'm the one who has to go back out into the world and pretend that nothing happened.
If it is the embarrassment of being seen at my desk crying like a baby;
or trying to hide the bandages on my arms;
or enduring the humiliation of the burn clinic week after week;
or avoiding mention of three months spent in a psychiatric hospital;
I'm the one!
I'm the one who has to clean up the mess.
I'm the one who has to explain it away.
I'm the one who tries to hide the truth.
I know that I am the adult here, but I resent it.
I'm the one who has to go back out into the world and pretend that nothing happened.
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