Work to do

The truth is I prefer to hide as much as I can because I'm ashamed of me, I'm ashamed of how I look.

And this thing comes along and it forces me to stop being invisible. Truth is, I don't have the time to hide anymore. I'm still uncomfortable with attention, uncomfortable about being seen, but now I have no time to brood over it. 

Even if I look more and more hideous, sorry can't wait for you, sorry, just coming through...don't look at me if you don't have to. 

I have work to do.