Spectator

Today I wanted to write about how, with depression, one can feel as though they are distanced from what is happening around them, almost like they’re just watching rather than participating.


Spectator

Standing quietly at the edge of the group
Watching your friends
Their casual conversation washes over you
.        You hear them laugh
.                             and you smile
Uncertain of what they find amusing

Their words muffled, as you listen
Through ears filled with cotton wool
Insulated against the noise
It makes no sense to you
Just words with no joined up meaning

Your eyes jump from person to person
Following the movement of their lips
No longer a part of the group
But apart from the group
Disconnected by an invisible barrier

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