I've spent most of my life invisible. Content to sit on the sidelines unnoticed. Comfortable in my quiet anonymity. Or I thought I was. Until it became apparent I was only attempting to conceal my inadequacies. But, it fed them instead, metastasizing like a cancer, eating me alive.
While I wish I could claim I'm cured, I'm not. Although I think it's in remission, mostly. Mostly when it doesn't matter if I'm seen or not. Because all that matters is the authenticity of what I'm doing. Like when I'm writing or dancing which I do solely to feed my soul.
I don't need to be seen.
But I'm not hiding either.
Although I still feel restricted by this invisible fence that surrounds me. Holding me back from so much more that I now know I'm both capable and deserving of. I also know I'm the one who installed the fence. So, I'm the only one who can disable it. If only I can crack the code. And free myself.