Invisible poetry
“Just because it is invisible doesn’t mean it isn’t there”
Its everywhere. You just don’t know it. No one shows it. Its known as weakness if you show. It is a secret no one can know.
People may judge you if you show, but you would never know. Everything hidden inside. Just like a box with a code on it that no one will guess. Everything bottled up inside. Will i lose my mind? Will i explode one day?
They say some days you can’t hide it as good as other days. People may start to notice. Start to ask. Whats going on in that pretty head. Most common answer is “im fine.” But you and i both know its a lie.
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What you really want to say is what you can’t show. “No one can know.” In you’re head you think “i just forgot to wear my mask today” or “i forgot how to use it for one second.” But what you really want to say doesn’t come out of your mouth. It is all wrapped up inside. “you need to hide.”
You can explain it so perfectly in you’re mind. But the words wont come out. Day by day it gets harder. But you can’t show. But how would you let anyone know?
So all the pain hidden inside. It kills you when you’re alone at night. The mask starts to fade away. And you dont know what to think or say. You go silent, on mute. But all you hear inside is the never ending war in your own mind.
Screaming for help won’t work. So you sit it out and find other ways that work. After the war is over, the silent comes. But its not like nature. The sun comes up after the rain. Thats not how it works with your brain. You feel empty, alone and misunderstood. But thats the way how it works.
That happens when you try to survive on your own. No one there to show. Show you a “im here for you” gesture that you want and crave. That is something my mind would never gave me. I can’t get it, i can’t show. Because all i want is for nobody to know.
