Do you catch a waft of silent desperation?
Hanging in the air
Over my failed baking experiments
Do my punchlines sound rehearsed?
From the hours I spend, facing a mirror
Perfecting my deliveries
Can you sense my uneasiness?
When asked a personal question
About a past riddled with broken relationships
Do you recognise my fear?
Of being found out
For all my failings that may end us momentarily
Am I delusional?
To seek out a wholesome connection
In a reality of conveniences and priorities
Is it too late?
To build foundations for lifelong friendships
When decades have passed since most were laid
Is there no promise?
For the girl who refused to belong
While simultaneously craving companionship
Where lies the mythical abode?
For the girl who ran away
From all that she feared and loved the same.