The ones who can help but do not,say they understand andthey say it will passor it was our own faultthey understand nothing. Those who cannot help but try,know how we writhe the emotions and physical sensationswe cannot articulate, though we trywe don’t have the words that fit just right The internal pain, the screams we long to voice, but come out as murmurs.How does one even begin to describe that?How does one even begin to put it into words? I will try We the lostWe the lonelyWe with the hidden illness We are the everyday invisible men, women, and everywhere in between Society’s unwanted, Some of us wander looking for the light, We wander for others like us Some of us have given upWe wander for a way out,  The cutters, the raped,Bipolar, Depression, SchizophreniaYou name it, someone will cringe. We are the untouchablesWe are those who are not picture perfect,Those who are left for dead by the onesWho will not recognize our pain is real No, we are not monsters of our own design,some of us were born with this insidewhether it hid deep in our genes,  w… a… i… t… i… n… g… or this hell was thrust upon uswhat became of that was NOT our choiceNOT our fault we morphed this way We are a product of a Societywith expectations for us to meet,and Taboos that are our realitiesour everyday realities. Some of us believe this to be inescapableOr that no one will believeOr that we are making something out of nothingOthers have simply been shut down and are afraid of getting the same reaction All we need is the resourcesNumbers to callPeople to seeA hospital we could affordAnything We need anythingAnything but the harsh wordsNoLiarOver-Sensitive Attention-SeekingWhoreBitchMoodyWimpMan-UpCalm down Just tell us it will be okay Us, the everyday invisible men, women, and everywhere in betweenSociety’s unwantedThe Untouchables (previously published online under the user name LaLuna97, this is original content written by Hannah Sydney Noblewolf)