Hiding in the shadows,
wondering if anyone sees
hoping someone sees me.
I’m playing a role,
reading from a script,
keeping the real me secret.
If only I can bring down
my disguise,
show them my eyes,
they will see what
I’ve been hiding.
They’ll see how
I’ve deserted myself
to maintain the mirage.
I’ve erected protective walls
to keep them out
but hoping someone
will build a bridge
to this isolated place.
But no one is an island
even when they feel alone.
The storms will come,
the winds will swell
and my world will come
tumbling down.
I’m feeling the cold
seep into my soul,
but I don’t want my heart
to be frozen to help.
When you come to my rescue,
I want to be ready.