eyes are open
still can not see
all the Life that goes on

can peek over fences
and gates
into Their windows
see Their faces
and silhouettes
see the pictures framed
and paintings
what They feel safe enough
to show to the world
what They believe to be
Their Lives
and still They show nothing
of who They truly are
of what They hide in
liquor cabinets
what They write in
notebooks or
on paper They tear up
toss away
can not see
the regret They have buried
or the anxiety They have
artfully hidden

hidden because They are
supposed to

it makes it easier
for all of
the other They

so They all can be afraid
and alone


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