The Things I'll Never Get To Say

#47

The girl holding back tears in class thinks maybe if she doesn't let them fall, no one can see it.

But I can see.

My friend avoids the camera because she thinks that maybe if she stays away from it, no one will see the way she can't stand the way she looks.

But I can see.

The boy in front of me laughs so loud because maybe if everyone can hear his laugh, no one can see his pain.

But I can see.

The boy next to me draws his feelings away because maybe if he puts them on paper, no one can see what he is really feeling inside.

But I can see.

I can see the pain that is surrounding this generation like dust particles in the air after a sandstorm and it is suffocating us, forcing us to suffer in silence.

I can see the pain because I am living in it too.