What do you do when it seems like speaking the truth in love isn't the same thing as speaking the truth in kindness?

What do you do when, in attempting to remove your mask, you notice a line of people waiting to replace it with their own?

What do you do when you're an alien or a shadow or a broken toy?

What do you do when the curtains open and you've forgotten all your lines?

What do you do when you know there's more but everyone else is settling?

What do you do when maybe you're wrong?

What do you do when sleep runs away at night and chases you down all day?

What do you do when comfort is nowhere to be found and home is too much an abstraction?

What do you do when it doesn't feel worth it to trust 'cause they'll probably end up hating you anyway?

What do you do when you catch a glimpse of the hurt in the world and it kills you?

What do you do...ever?