To the real ones
To strangers I am shy,
That’s true I don’t say much.
To my friends I am reliable,
Someone they can always trust.
To my teachers I am determined,
To be the best that I can be.
To my doctors I am a fighter,
I have overcome my disability.
To myself I am confused,
Sometimes I can’t find my bright sides.
The only things I ever hear,
Are the thoughts that haunt my mind.
But to the real ones I am sensitive,
Because I have felt pain.
To the real ones I am anxious,
Because judgement has made me this way.
To the real ones I am deserving of love,
Despite what people may say.
The real ones are those who can find you.
Even when you lose your way.