Sometimes, I don’t want to be me
Sometimes, we don’t like being us
Sometimes, we don’t like ‘being’ at all
Sometimes I wish i could disappear
I have little to stay ‘here’ for
No family that ever visits us
Just our carers for company three times a day
Grand total of two and a half hours
Our closest friends are here at WordPress
Most of us known by anonymous avatars
Who we pour our hearts out to
And our souls bleed onto the paper
Yet those very friendships
And our hearts’ outpourings
Could be snuffed out like candles
By one press of a key
How fragile we are.
Essentially Ellie 