What a silly fool I am
too opaque, yet too transparent.
You see through me just enough to glimpse my pain
yet are still out of reach (you cannot see clearly).
How strange it is that I wish to be transparent,
but not so much so that you can see right through me.
I am but a ghost--
noticed yet not noticed,
seen yet unseen,
present but not quite there,
transparent yet opaque.
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
