Unknown

Living on the fringes, we become invisible.

Seeing, we see not--
what others miss, we catch,
what others catch, hits us in the face--
    or misses us--
    but sometimes crushes our souls.

It's why we don't play.
We'd rather watch.
It's more peaceful that way.

We don't even talk to each other,
except in awkward,
short,
snippets of English
or in movie quotes.
or in Pokemon noises.

Or in wordless sharing.

We love what we know,
but, unknown, feel unloved.

No one hears us scream.
We feel they shouldn't.
It would hurt.
us.
or them.
you decide.

--to the other of Us
  who will likely never read this