The pain is often hidden. 
Other's demons we cannot see. 
The depth of struggle kept so secret, 
did you know that could be me? 

A flashy smile and a warm hug
The positive laugh pours forth. 
But in the night, I'm all alone
doubting my very worth. 

Do you like me?  
Can you love me? 
Will we ever become friends? 

Do you see me? 
Can you hear me?  
How will my song end? 

I'm here, you know.  
Before you now.  
Maybe you've never noticed. 

I'm here, you know.  
Looking out at you. 
Hidden in the shadows. 

-Jeani Rice-Cranford