Inside The Mind | Poetry

Unseen

I'm used to being a failure,
I'm used to being left out.
They barely tolerated my behavior,
Made me question if I chose the right route.

I hid myself constantly behind a screen,
Hoping that it may be a place where I can feel seen,
A place where I can pretend to be fine,
A place free from belittling lines.

Invisible is what I had become,
Feelings become numb.
Eyes once full of life now dead,
Each night tears are shed.

In this neverending pit, I fall
No one around to hear me scream and call
Each time I reach out, I fail
Afraid it would cause me to derail

I chose to ignore what they said,
I chose to be silent and smile instead.
Pulling away became a routine,
I feel better when I'm unseen.

-J