i think it's dreadful how you

always seem to have a moment 

for yourself yet never make a 

second for those of us who

care

how you always look around you

and see those in the shadows who

hide from your view yet never lift 

your head high enough to see the

others

how you make sure that when you

leave the door is locked, the shutter

closed, the windows tied tight to the

hinges but never seek to see if you

are whole

what i would give to see you in your

lonesome and to tell you that there is

no more need to be afraid, but i was

never that brave to see you for myself

was i?