The desire to disappear,
To make believe I am not.
To live among strangers,
People I expect would care not.
The pressures it frees me from,
The absolute absence of obligations.
The purest form of freedom,
to live beyond familiar limitations.
I have done so once before,
Forced into it by circumstance.
I wished then I could remain so,
And that none felt my absence.
Life, of course, takes it own course.
I do think of coming back with such remorse.
If I can, I will disappear again,
To live life as me,
And not how society demands I be.