Can You See?

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Can't you see?

I'm choking on air

On all these things that aren't even there

 

Can't you see?

See my tears

But no, they don't look like they're here

 

Can't you hear?

Hear my screams

No, you can't seem to understand how I feel

 

Why is that?

Why am I so different, that my silent cries for  help are ignored

Is it….deserved? Justified? That my screams fall on deaf ears

 

NO, I know it's not

But the pain isn't worth it

To let anyone know, nothing is worth that

 

I don't want sympathy, but understanding is enough 

You won't be able to tell the difference; I will

Because I know that look in your eyes

That look of pity

 

How can you not see?

See what I've become

This operant ball of shunned emotions

Alive solely by some vitality in the wind

 

And day after day, it goes on this way
The late nights profit little, knowing that all others step further away from me

What do they do that I do not?

What can I do to make me like them?

 

Yes, for once I will openly admit to a yearning for normality

To be like this majority

Of thriving scholars sitting side by side

Answering away, though I don't know they jargon they speak

 

Will you answer me? Or am I not worth that either?

Because it seems you've given up on me, and I've nearly given up on myself

Is there nothing you can tell me, so I know my tears aren't in vain?

That some success for the future still exists, because I'm blind to it

 

My vision's clouded from all the tears

Building up so you can't see

That I'm not as joyous inside as you would think

Because there's no room for joy in the life of a puppet

 

But I can only do as the world says. As my puppeteer commands

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Wow...Simply wow. There was so much going on here that I'd have to write a book.
It's terribly difficult to look at the world and question whether it or you is the sane one. This is the process of evaluating the Mass Minded Syndrome. Bravo.