Bullseye

The way you look me straight in the eyes, Sir, triggers me,

so does your questioning!

It triggers me as I struggle for a place to lay my eyes.

I never noticed this.

I don't look at people's eyes anymore.

I sit opposite you, and you throw darts at my actions.

That too triggers me as I barely smile holding the storm inside.

Anxiety eats me alive, and I wonder " What am I doing among such a crowd?"

I can do nothing about it.

You speak, and I listen to you as you explain my reality there and then.

That triggers me as well.

People, my pain, my stillness, the air and myself,

they all do.

They did. They still do. Will they ever be triggering enough for me to take action?

Ps: Self-honesty is important. You'll be true to yourself and nothing would trigger you, dear.