Numbered

There is a number that hangs over my head. It weighs me down and keeps me from floating. I obsess about this number. This number means many things and everything to me. Heavy, heavy, heavy. I cannot carry this number anymore.

I started this number. I was the one that decided to give it power over me. I compare this number with other’s numbers, gage my worth based on it. I’m afraid that my number is not looking too good.

I hide this number like a scar. Ashamed because I know what it means. I hate this number. Loathe it with all my heart and soul. I can’t seem to get away from it. It lurks over me, a shadow ever present in my life, distorting my view. I’m afraid of it.

My worst fear: is it my identity?