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The woman with the clean receipt

The man who always makes the train

The girl who says she slept enough

The friend who never says her name

The neighbor carrying paper bags

The coworker typing through a meal

All of them arranged so well

No one asks what is real

They pass

They blend

They stay

They bend

They nod

They go

And no one has to know

They look like calendars filled in blue

Like doors that close on time

Like shoes placed neatly by the wall

Like nothing out of line

They keep their keys in the same bowl

They answer when they can

They make their tired bodies look

Like ordinary plans

The Normal-Looking Ones

Are hard to find

Not because they left

But because they look all right

Standing in the open

Missing in plain sight

The Normal-Looking Ones

Get lost inside their lives

One skipped meal

One sealed reply

One extra minute

Before goodbye

One clean shirt

One locked jaw

One person almost

Asking for more

You will not see a warning sign

Pinned to a careful sleeve

You will not hear the full collapse

In someone saying please

They learned to carry too much weight

Without changing how they stand

They learned to make a private fall

Look easy from the land

The Normal-Looking Ones

Are hard to read

Not because they hide

But because they still proceed

Standing in the open

Tired beyond belief

The Normal-Looking Ones

Are never who you see

No headline

No witness

No reason

To stop this

No lost voice

No clear plea

Just people

Staying easy

Count them at the crossing

Count them on the stairs

Count them in the messages

With nothing strange in there

Count them in the group chat

Count them at the desk

Count the ones who keep arriving

And never call it stress

The Normal-Looking Ones

Are hard to save

Not because they want

To keep the ache arranged

But every place that hurts them

Has learned to look the same

The Normal-Looking Ones

Keep walking with no name