The assumption
The looks
The phrases
People everywhere
Drifting among them
Wondering if they know.
Why do they assume?
Why do they stare?
People all around
But do they care?
The mess of the world
The pain it caused
The loneliness endured
Can pain be let go?
Can anyone understand?
In the ebb and flow
The business of busy
The happiness unknown.
Do you hear me?
I am among you.
Can you see me?
Or am I a ghost?
They, the proverbial "they"
What do they know?
The hurt they cause
Lost in the cold
Evaporated by morn
Pull it all together
Before you step out the door.
Put your smile on
Like a winter jacket
So very needed
Just to hack it.
One thing untouched
One thing never to evaporate
The inner happiness
The inner great.
Knowing of my innocence
And that I'm not to blame
Helps me build my fortress.
I will stay the same.
These words unfinished
Just like they left me.
A mess of a poem
Written while tears have flown