I am a member of the Unseen Society

No one documents my hurts and pains

No one reacts to my triumphs and gains

When I walk by, they do not wave or say hello, because they do not recognize me, and that is supposed to be okay, because I do not recognize them.

 

I am a member of the Unseen Society

No one asks me how I am

No one spares a helping hand

When I walk by my job I hold my head high, despite my urge to duck and run. Countless hours of my day vanished for a paycheck coming at the end of the month. The company doesn’t even know my name.

 

I am a member of the Unseen Society

No one invites me anywhere

No one seems to really care

When I walk home I am consumed with the overpowering silence that surrounds me. There is no one waiting, so why stay?

 

I am a member of the Unseen Society

No one sees me laugh or cry

No one sees my talents hidden inside

When I walk by the local park I watch the people for no other reason than curiosity itself. Being enclosed is too suffocating. In the distance I can hear my name being called, but I know it’s not for me.

 

I am a member of the Unseen Society

No one spares a second glance

No one smiles just because they can

When I walk back home I stop in my tracks. On the side of the building, a rugged man with weary eyes looks up at me. I’ve never seen him before. So you see, I have found another member of the Unseen Society.