The Demon is in ME

I hate the way people look me in the eye and then look away when they realize it’s a shiner and not bad make up.

I hate it in the same way I hated people cutting in front of me when I was in a wheelchair. 

I want to scream, “Yes, I have an obvious problem!  It’s mine and I own it!  By pretending it’s not there, I see yours just as clearly!”

Yes, I am in an abusive situation.  With myself.

Either look me in the eye or get out of the way. 

I don’t need another obstacle.  I create enough on my own.