• Me. What is me?


    I'm not so sure, really.


    Why do you dress the way you do?


    Because I'm afraid of blending in, of being forgotten.


    Then why do you sit in a corner, not talking to anyone?


    Because I'm afraid of people, of what they might think of me.


    How can you be afraid of people? Don't you have friends?


    Yes? No? I don't know. I might do something wrong,


    people might laugh,


    or they might not even know what I'm talking about,


    once I explain


    Friends?


    Yes, I suppose I have some. They still scare me.


    I'm always careful of what I say around them.


    Even they don't really know me.


    Are you sure you're not insane?


    I want to say yes.


    But I know that's not right.


    Something's wrong with me, but I don't know what.


    What's wrong with you?


    Nothing. Absolutely nothing.


    But doesn't that contradict what you just said?


    Yes, yes it does.