Who is the Fairest One Of All?

is it fair,
to me at least
that I have to always
look behind me
at all times?

is it fair,
to me at least
that I’m overlooked, forgotten
simply a ghost in a shell?

is it fair,
to me at least
that I can’t conform
that I can’t blend in
that I am held responsible
for something out of my control?

is it fair,
to me at least
that when I come clean
I’ll be treated like
a second class citizen by
fellow peers,
friends
or even strangers?

now,
is it fair,
to me at least
that I’m held in limbo –
this eternal limbo,
this ambiguous limbo?

no.
it’s not fair to me at least
to live –
possessing and
not possessing life.

life, my past,
my present,
my future,
currently on hold.