seen and unseen

It is that scream in the dark
It is that cry for help unheeded
It is all the lost souls sobbing
It is anger,
It is loneliness,
It is bitterness,
It is the lives we
don't want to
See.

Painful wounds covered up
By inadequate bandages.
Ice-covered hearts
Surrounding themselves
In concrete so thin
When it breaks
Shards embed in fragile skin
Leaving behind
Scars
Like broken glass
Gripped by broken men, broken
People.

It is the souls unseen
Behind smiling eyes.
It is the heart unnoticed
Behind the fallacies
The physical body made.
It is the life we
See
Versus the life we
Don't.

As though people turn invisible
When they wear long-sleeves in summer.
As though deafness is a choice
And silent screams do not exist.
As though blindness can be willed
Into existence
The moment
Something happens.

But something happens.
Something will always happen.
The question is
Should it happen?

It is the smiles
It is the lies.
It is the whispers
It is the cries.
It is when we while away the time
Watching what we see
Instead of watching what we don't.

What is invisible and what isn't.
What is made invisible, and
What isn't?