I STAND BUT DON’T FIT.

I was just thinking how I have lived my life since I reach 52 yrs. old in July 2014 this year. I am a hermit am anti social I use social media as my outlet, I force political forces to play in social media outreach like we are playing flag football. I have no family support until recently, from estranged cousins I grew up with a think they are awesome. Living with a chronic illness 30 yrs. later after diagnoses 27 years longer than my doctors gave me to live! But know one really knows who I am inside. Am wanting to be an author of my own book but can’t seem to get it started. Have a few poems that have been read all over an 2 were published in a book by an author I don’t trust because I think he uses people to make himself money to live his lifestyle off others talents a he has addictions that maybe active. So I asked him to unpublished my poems out of book because I only like to be associated with good people who are totally honest in their lives a when helping others. I do want to be remembered after I die but I want it for the right reasons. This is a hard war to fight by trying to stay a step ahead of death a while helping others. But I don’t really have a spot that I fit into here today. An I stand before you slowly pulling open the blinds I have put up to protect myself from you out there in the world. I don’t fit!