I am always worried that I am forgotten and never expect recognition. I believe it’s because on various occasions growing up, I have actually…been forgotten. But when I am singing, playing or writing, I do not feel forgotten – even when there’s only one person listening or reading. I feel very much alive and I know everyone is aware of my presence. After the performance, I go back to being a hermit crab that conforms and lives within societal guidelines. I am waiting for the day when I can shout freely and smile frequently and forget about those who have forgotten me. I am waiting for that day when the chains break and I can be who I am at all times of the day. I am waiting for freedom.