I wonder if
every morning, you sigh when you wake.

If you force a smile when you look in the
mirror, and pour out your emotions with the milk.

I wonder if
you think about me when you walk

like a ghost through corridors, floating
behind the eyes of everyone else,

thinking you’re unseen. I wonder if
you scream in your head, begging to be heard,

or if you’re used to being a sheet of paper,
once white but drawn over by the people you love.

I wonder if
there’s colour in your life. If the reason you lie
behind closed eyes is just because you’re scared.

I wonder if you sleep dreaming about a better life,
only to be awoken again in a bleak nightmare
you can’t escape.

I hope -