The Invisible

FLY HIGH

We run through this life with blinders on,
only seeing what we want to see

Plastering on gleeming white plastic smiles 
when all we really want , is to scream loud.

The only thing keeping us from dying,
is a chance to dream a better life.

A life without pain, consequence free.

Hopefully someday that will be a reality instead of 
rivers of guilt flowing, through our brains.

Forcing us to relive the ghost of our past.

Is it any wonder, we're not all insane?
As tears of grief flood our lives, like rain.

Constantly numbing ourselves, so we may feel again.
When all we really need, is love and understanding.

But for now we still remain unseen, we are the invisible.

By- Anonymous.