You see everything when the world doesn’t see you,
the trees that line the street to your house,
the mouths that whisper incessantly,
and the smiles that aren’t so.

You see everything when the world doesn’t see you,
everything but yourself.

You hear everything when the world doesn’t hear you,
the silence in the rejection,
of every hand you’ve ever held,
and all the pain that it has felt.

You hear everything when the world doesn’t hear you,
everything, but your breathing.

You feel everything when the world doesn’t feel you,
the pain of hurting from staying too long,
in a space that makes you smaller,
a space where you don’t belong.

You feel everything when the world doesn’t feel you,
everything ,but you dying.