In quest to be seen, I am astray.

Candidly myself in isolation, sheltered aloneness I am found invisible. Deformed inventiveness, I imagined observed...simultaneously choked, adroit with jaunty enterprise, inexhaustible bounce.

Combination of maternal paranoia, paternal impotence to know the daughter birthed proffers confused this now woman in search of recognition...wishing to be revealed yet lost from view when studied. Not for approval I seek but in relation, identified soul to allot. I am what you do not witness, I am what I do not manifest. I am all I vexatiously exhibit in response...your detach, retort, maladjusted projection, you are incarnation of guardians I leave wanton, I am not. Yet, in friendship I find freedom.