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.