Tired of Hiding

Why do I write these words?

Maybe someone will hear me?

Maybe someone will see me?

Maybe someone will touch me?

The earliest skill I developed was how to hide

Hide from those who were angry

Hide from the intense world outside

Hide from my own scary emotions

Yet here I am, trying to attract some attention

The attention of someone who understands

The attention of someone who cares

The attention of people like me