I wonder if my sadness can be seen.
I wonder if it spreads like an air borne illness, sneaky, stealthily through the air, taking down everyone in a ten foot radius.
I wonder if it's like a blood born pathogen, and others can only see it after I bleed.
I wonder if when I'm diagnosed as incurable but not contagious if others will still fear me.

I wonder if others can physically see all the pain inside of me?