Strait-Jacket
she walks in the room.
it gets quiet or clears, but
she doesn't know why.
when they do talk to
her, she starts to stutter -- not
used to her own voice.
she seems to be not
"camera ready" to them.
she doesn't want to change.
if she tries to make
small talk with them, they become
noticeably nervous.
they might think she has
something to hide, but she thinks
they might have too.
maybe she'll wake up
one day as herself, and they'll
treat her as normal.
maybe they already do.
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