When I was young
all I wanted was to be seen.
To be noticed
and for someone to realize
I was there.  

To see the beauty of my mind
and the kindness in my heart.
The dreams that kept me going
when my part of the world was dark.  

I retreated to the comfort
of my dark bedroom
and hid away behind books.
I drifted away in the lyrics of songs.
Because someone, somewhere felt it too.