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The Seen and the Seer

Photo by Jan Canty on Unsplash

Can they see the failure in my eyes?
Does self-loathing have a scent?
Misery surrounds me…
hangs on me…
festers within.
The way a depressed person brings
the whole room down—
I fear being around others because
my sorrow can permeate space.
Between you and me,
it’s often easier to be alone.
The energy that it takes to twist
facial muscles into ways they just
won’t go takes a toll—
on everyone.
The viewer and the maker…
the seen and the seer…



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