darklife

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People don't understand me,. I cannot communicate my feelings to anybody. My loneliness grows even more,because everybody thinks that I have lots of company.They don't know of my loneliness. My isolation is so big that nobody has ever seen me.What they think is me is only their projection.They don't even know that I exist because I darenot to be the way I am supposed to be. What is even worse they are convincedthey see me and they know me.Therefore they are incapable of seeing that nobody sees me. People lie so much they even deny they're lying.They refined falsehood to the point that they even deceive themselves:They believe in their own lies. Nobody accepts my freedom. I don't even have the freedom to say that I don't have freedom. This gives me profound sadness.But they don't allow me to be sad.They say it's a disease called depression.
ps :(Thank God . myself did not go through all these phases, but I dedicate this poem to those whodid.and for my great angel)