Transparent is Imagery

Seems I am all alone
No one hears my words or understands
Still they stand proud lecturing down at me
Venture forth into my desolate land of shadows

Spirits turn me into the transparent
So I can walk through pain
The secret out now but I'll always be to blame
In death my invisibility may become apparent
No need to continue lingering on this plain
Spirits or death turn me into transparent

I've seen enough black and white images of pain
Newspapers portray one half a political reality
The other is stuffed in a plan of marketing
Images shall always tell the truth
Unless doctored to fit a perception or point of view
Let the lyric resound with images of truth

Can't you see I've had enough
Stop your proclamations over me
Maybe you don't have to understand
Just love me as I am
Otherwise life'll be the end of me

Spirits turn me transparent
Hear the lyrics they are the pieces
Automated speeches with no vision
They are entertainment alone
Lifeless in themselves they are no help

Your words are like pledges
Quotes of what someone else thinks
Automated speeches mostly meaningless
You deny me the answer to a simple question
Are the words from yourself, do you understand?

I've picked up the scattered pieces of self
Can you begin to replicate my response
Or without answer do you turn and walk away

Spirits turn me into the transparent
So I can walk through pain
The secret out now but I'll always be to blame
In death my invisibility may become apparent
No need to continue lingering on this plain
Spirits or death turn me into transparent