I Feel Bare. I Didn't

My Name Is Four,” I Say. “call Me ‘stiff’ Again And You And I Will Have A Problem.

I Close My Eyes. I Don't Expect Four To Reassure Me, And He Makes No Effort To, But I Feel Better Standing Here Than I Did Out There Among The People Who Are My Friends, My Faction.

I Feel Like Myself, Strong And Weak At Once - Allowed, At Least For A Little While, To Be Both.

Someone Shouts, "enough!" And I Think Too Much And Nothing At All.

Then I Realize What It Is. It's Him. Something About Him Makes Me Feel Like I Am About To Fall. Or Turn To Liquid. Or Burst Into Flames.