Alone
Fearful to fearless.
Shy to bold.
Weak to strong.
Alone to alone.....
Always I have been
That third wheel,
That shadowed face,
The one, only noticed in a blurr.
If you see me,
It is never the whole of me.
If you know me,
It is only one of my many faces.
Since tiny baby
To young adult,
I am the same
In my loner ways.
Sometimes I cast away
Those friends who know
Only one me.
They don't understand.
Other times I wish
For someone to see,
To hear!
To know all of me!
Not just the shy part.
Not just the follower.
The bold and fearless face.
The Leader and Protector.
But those faces often
Decieve the outside.
No one to know
I am hiding inside.
If they found out
They would leave.
No one likes to
Be wrong....
They would realize
I am not in the shadow.
I am the Shadow.
They would know.
Then they would
Have to listen.
Have to be concerned.
Oh, but rebuked I would be.
Living in comfort is
Better and easy to them.
Not working hard for others.
Not taking time from themselves.
So alone I remain.
Pretending friends think
I matter.
Pretending I think
I matter.