My eyes cast down.

Don't look, don't look.

There's only pain.
Misery.

My eyes cast down, my thought is that if I don't make eye contact, they can't either.
that is the hope, anyway.

I feel peoples eyes on me though, and must resist the urge to look up and be caught.

I am a deer in headlights, scared and confused, lonely, refusing to give up. Hope they will avoid me as I have them. They don't.

One dares a half step closer.

I move, instinct to run taking over madly aching muscles. 

Because in the end,
I am lost.
Like I swore I wouldn't be again.

I don't want to be lost.
© Karia FelWell