Writings By Me

At times, I feel I’ve been wrapped in plastic

I can move, see, walk freely

But there’s this film over me

I’m trying to break out

Screaming silently

I don’t want you to hear me

I don’t want you to know what it’s like

My pain hidden, unseen

The outside matches up

Ankle to nose

Wearing clothes I own

My appearance glows

But I have these achings inside

None are known

The plastic keeps them in place

Sometimes it’s hard to make face

Smile comes as a labor

Cost has been much greater

Greater than what’s spoken

More than what’s sceen

The biggest parts of me

Hidden in between

The lost and forgotten

They’re bleak

Invisibility at its peak

Underneath empty, cold sheets

Lying still, low breaths

I’m unsure.. which parts

Of me to hide next

When tomorrow arrives

I’ll still be just a guest

Standing by the rim

Alone, barren