Leanne McClean

That’s why they’re scared Of the light.

Their curtained cave of shadows Brings comfort; The truth of the mirror Is kept out of sight.

They have One Direction, But true perfection Is something make-up And Instagram Can disguise.

They’ve watched through Twelve months, twelve times;

Life is an overplayed YouTube clip, And they know the lines. But they’ve failed to find The meaning in it all.

Evening diary entries To FaceTime, Facebook - Face up to it: Their face Is all they need, looking out, giving out, But they forget to look in, And they’re tempted to give up.

They cut To reassure That their inner pain is real. Because those in-between years Are all knowledge without understanding, All hope with no freedom, All certainty without perspective.

"Language Is Not Transparent", 1969