Untitled.

You didn't ask me
"how are you?"
and for that I'm grateful.
Because, you being you,
I would have given you
an honest answer.

I would have said
that I'm falling
apart, I'm confused,
I'm just hanging on
to what's left of me.
I'd have told you
I feel solitary,
misunderstood,
tricked and betrayed
and that tears are
threatening to spring
from my disbelieving eyes.

I could have said that
my search for peace
has led me further from it.
That my heart aches
for beauty, for truth,
for justice-
Yet I'm assaulted
by chaos.

My honesty evokes bitterness,
and my compassion is
returned with ambivalence.
I would have told you
that I want to be invisible.
But you didn't ask
and for that
I am grateful.