Can you see me? I feel invisible. Wandering in this world of people, a few meet my eyes. Their gazes glance off me like stones skipping across a still pond. Maybe I’m not really here. Then someone speaks to me as I collide with their day. It feels forced. Awkward. What do they see? What’s wrong with me? I tell myself, “Don’t talk too much.” I tell myself, “Hang back.” So, I just breathe in. Breathe out. Touching no one. And no one touches back.