I read things that affect me
Deeply
Things that may be secrets.
I see all these
Undisguised words
(Unlike mine).
Raw thoughts.
Painful words.
I've had those thoughts.
Have them.
I read these things
That I've felt so hard,
Maddening
Unrelenting
Despair.
And I can't respond.
I feel a mental loneliness
When I'm the only one
In my head.
Maybe that's
A little crazy.
Yeah.
Probably.
But reading this
I feel as if
Maybe I'm in someone else's
Head.
I'm a ghost,
A bystander
To another's pain.
I'm here
Whether I'm seen
Or not.