I have the ability to hear them talk—
Though only whispers reach this far.
Through this window I watch the show,
Their acting well— but with some flaws—
I hear the joy… but I can’t relate.
Behind this tinted window pane—
I watched myself neglect my life.
Bonds aren’t made through sheets of glass—
There’s beauty there… through the red sheets.
I felt their warmth— but not their soul.
I made myself a cage of glass—
Just off stage behind the mass.
To perform my part without a lines.
A role in films of better times.
My life became a silent score.
Or— are my views misconstrued.
Was my life was twisted from the past.
Has this darkness spread too far—
Why fool yourself once again?
Say the words within your heart.
I understand each spoken word.
I’ve heard their rants— they never worked.
Countless times I heard them say:
“Don’t waste your time on pointless days.”
That’s when I lost the words I never say.
I watch myself through broken glass—
Who’s the one that stares back now?
I do not recognize those pairs of eyes.
Clouded, empty… void of self.
Who’s in control— the actor, or me?
The cage I built with stained red glass.
To hide myself from the my past.
I felt this darkness long ago—
For reasons still— I do not know.
My story passed without a word.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
Why didn’t they notice?
The candle within broke,
Without its warmth… darkness crawls.
Embers line the path—
A path carved of fear.
When did we come to know?
That holding the burdens of others,
Meant carrying their pain after.
Weaving their weight onto ourself.
Assuring they’ll pass… yet they stayed.
Where did this path lead?
Down a road of sorrow,
Where scars announce themselves.
Turning pain into blood… dread into tears.
”You” chose to hide, rather than face the fear.
What was there to gain?
This path began with wounds,
Unknown to us, it’s lined with thorns.
With every step… it cuts deeper.
Do “You” still hoped for a bouquet?
Who knew, through it all?
That those smiles hid the truth—
That my world made of thorns.
A war waged within… the silence noise.
The war we all see… but ignore.
How did we become this?
We were tormented from the start,
Then our thoughts began to revolt—
At a time we couldn’t understand.
“To see the end before the start.”
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 9:54 PM UTC
I saw nothing… I felt nothing.
These thoughts were ahead of their time—
My mind and body were only six.
Unsure of the weight those thoughts would cause,
At a time I could not comprehend.
The concepts those thoughts brought to my head;
Surely they’ll pass by and let me rest.
I saw nothing… I felt nothing.
My past and future are the same place in time.
Nothingness revealed itself, I was six.
Panicked in place that forsaken night.
Those thoughts raced while I paced.
Assuring myself what I was facing,
Would surely pass… and let me rest.
I saw nothing… I felt nothing.
I closed my eyes and saw my world end,
Felt cold and hollow— as if my blood had drained.
My universe collapsed while I was six,
To experience nothing at an young age.
The numbness felt close to death.
Surely it would pass… and let me rest.
I saw nothing… I felt nothing.
The cost of knowing abstraction too soon.
My life meant nothing to time at six.
Death felt certain, even then.
My mind broke that day— my reality changed.
I was never the same, because it all changed.
But surely… surely these thoughts would let me rest.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 11:32 AM UTC
I’ve watched, I’ve heard.
I’m here, I’ve read.
I’ve loved.
How about you?
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 2:46 AM UTC