Reaching

When I came out of hiding,
It was with a target on my back

A target
For pissing contests
A dartboard
For sharp-needled insults
A landing strip
For bitter jealousy

Being a recluse isn't healthy
Ohhhh.  But it's safer

Than having the crosshares
Set on my heart
Than having my cards read
My future Told
Than feeling the burn
Of wearing my heart on my sleeve

I kick against the things that hold me down
I claw against the ones that crush my spirit

Only to find a "kick me" sign
On my back again
Only to open a fortune cookie
That's empty
Only to receive notification
(certified mail)
That no one gives a fuck but me

So I take so much before I fold
And I take baby steps back
I crawl, sprint, RACE
Inside myself
Where I'm safe

Let no one reach me
No one reach me
No reach me
No me