I’m quiet about half the time I’m loud the other half So no one knows I’m sad I have to act happy even when I’m mad Nobody realizes when I’m struggling they don’t ask if I’m okay they just watch blind as my sanity decays I wonder why my struggle is invisible insignificant as a broken paper clip left out on the ground I long to be found I don’t like being silent but I don’t want to be loud I wish that I could whisper and finally be louder than a mouse I tiptoe around everyone near cause I know that they won’t actually lend their ears They say that I can vent but I think I know that it’s an empty message only sent out of pity my poems and rhymes are the only things that tell even a fraction of the internal hell in my mind I can’t find the light cause I’m trapped in this never-ending night I fight with the demons inside my head The voices tell me not to swim against them instead I should go with the flow ride in the current but these rapids are moving faster and faster and faster and faster and my last shred of presence is fading I cry out cause everything’s going black I can’t see anything around me It’s shrouded in darkness Everything is invisible just like me just like my pain just like my life nothing about me is seen Nobody can see I am invisible Invisible… Invisible?
