Sunday, 17 April 2016

The invisible life

We walk among you wearing masks of sanity.
But we, really, are invisible.
We are lost, we have faded.
Our shell remains with faint memories of who we used to be.
You do not see us, you see our shell.
You do not look back.
You are convinced by our hollow act.
You do not see beyond the mask we wear.
You are fooled, we have succeeded.
Or so we think, and so you think.
You can go to bed happy.

You ask us how we are and like robots we spout what we've been taught.
A few lines we've been programmed to output randomly.
'I'm fine, how are you?'
'Lovely day isn't it' , 'Oh yes, wonderful weather'.
We are not fine and we do not care about the weather.
We do not care about anything.

You walk away.
We have won and lost at the same time.
This game we play, day after day.
We try to make ourselves visible, but we're afraid.
We're afraid of you and we're afraid that you will be afraid.
You see Jekyll, we hide Hyde.

But today, I will tell you who we really are.
It is time.
It is time for you to know that we exist and we walk among you.

We are the invisible people.
I will tell you about the invisible life we lead.
Take off our armour of 'normal' and maybe you will see, if you watch closely.

We are not alive. We simply exist.
We were alive once.
We are crumbling.
We are dying inside, hidden away in dark prisons no one can see.
Nothing penetrates the fortress we are trapped in.
Nothing goes in. No Joy, no Beauty, no Love.

We are gasping for air where there is none.
We are drowning, struggling every moment to stay afloat.
Struggling, fighting to live.
Except we tire of swimming through this endless ocean, of breathing.
And we wonder, is it worth it? Existing? Like this?

We are overpowered by demons screaming inside our head
All the time.
This constant noise telling us we shouldn't be here
That we have no place
That we do not belong.
We are condemned. We are powerless.
We are shackled to these demons.
You say, why don't you set yourself free?
Because these ropes that tie us are invisible.
We cannot see them. How can you escape from an invisible prison?

So day after day, we let the demons live with us.
We try to run, but everywhere is a dead end.
They eat away at our minds.
Sometimes they kill us.

We scream, we cry, but you cannot hear us.
We are invisible.
When you hear us scream you walk away in fear.
Maybe, once, you hear and you try to help
You unlock the prison gates but you cannot release us from the demon.
Then you run.
But when you go away, we're bound tighter.
We're punished for our attempt to escape.

So we stay, underground, invisible.
In those dark dungeons.
Tortured. Scared. Hurt. Alone. Exhausted.
But this is every day for us.

You cannot see us.
Because above the dungeon is a blooming garden.
All you see is the sunshine and the flowers.
We are waging war down below.
You miss the signs of struggle.
You don't notice the rain and the withered, dying flowers.
You can't see the graves.

You think it's easy, you say it's all in our head.
Yes it is, but it doesn't mean it's not real.
Just because it's invisible it doesn't mean it isn't there.
It only means that you cannot see it.
You do not know.
We reach out in desperation.
Frantically. We want to live.
But you cannot see us waving our hand.

When you begin to see who we are
You abandon us, you ignore us.
You do not understand us. You do not try.

But we hope for another day.
Another chance to survive.
Another chance to be seen. Another chance for you to join the army against the demon.
Because if you stay, we can fight.

We need help. We need you to open your eyes
See that we want to live, like you.
We want to feel. We want to be alive. We want to survive.

Don't tell us. Don't tell us what to do.
Because we have tried. We have done everything.
We are not stupid. Some of us were brilliant when we used to be like you.

We are right there in front of you.
We are invisible because you do not want to see.
We want you to see. We don't want to live this invisible life.

We hope for another day.
Another chance to be resurrected.
Another chance to be seen.
Another chance for you to join the army against our demon.

Because if you stay, we can fight.
It will be hard, but maybe, one day, we can win.
And even if we don't kill the monster, half the battle is won.











1 comment:

Paul Henderson said...

Not very often do we get to look inside through the glasses of words. But thank you for the powerful glimpse behind the mask we all ware.