The Light Sees You Behind The Mask

The room is loud, but you are quiet inside your own skin. You watch the screen light up with a name that used to mean home, and now it's just a mundane text about nothing.

Everyone around you thinks you are whole. They laugh at your jokes.

They see the smile you are holding in place with your teeth. But you feel like a ghost haunting your own life, waiting for the moment the mask slips.

In the middle of this crowd, the light speaks a single, quiet truth: you are not alone. I stand at the door and knock.

It does not shout over the noise. It does not demand you perform happiness.

It just waits. It knows the text didn't heal you.

It knows the crowd doesn't see the crack. But the light sees the real you behind the eyes that are tired of pretending.

You do not have to explain the silence to the people who think you are fine. Open the door just a crack.

Let the light sit with you in the quiet while the party goes on.