In the Rafters
Up this high
I am safe.
Words reach me
without requiring
any response from me.
People are near
without demanding
normalcy.
Behind the lights
I am hidden.
I can see
without being
seen.
I can control
their focus
to where
I think it should be.
In the dark
I matter.
My friends
might be nonexistent,
I might still
be a pariah,
but the stars need me.
They need me
more than I need them.
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