Working to Keep the Storm Away

I am polite, but I am still not alright.  Harsh light burns my skin and eyes.  Too many of you want to see and say, and I just want to go away.  It is best to just travel solo, then others may take a double take at my badly beaten halo.  Go before a judge, and I will not budge.  Times are tough, and I continue to be seen.  My wallet does not contain much green, but I do not get mean.  I work on daily gratitude, of great magnitude.  I sit quietly and watch a film or two.  I do not play peek a boo.  I just want my privacy, but people are camped out outside my door and on my stairs.  Some disappear when I come into view.  Some show themselves on my way every day.  I will not press repeat.  Hopefully, soon I will be complete with energetic pairs around me in the amount of a plethora.  Yesterday, I prayed to keep the wind and the storm from soaking me along the bus route.  Normally, I am the Charlie Brown who travels with the only cloud above my head.