What have I done?
What have I done to make you hate me so? Is it my colour? The trips that we take together? Do you not like my friend, Hallucination, that I bring? Or when I'm running low, the constant urge I feel to scream, “stop the world I want to get off!” I know you want to hide me out of plain sight because Stigma is your companion through the night. You don't have to be ashamed of your need for me. You're okay — you and me — just be. Mags Alden May-16-2013