No one

Some days I feel alone. When I talk, no one hears me. It is like I am speaking in a whisper. I wonder if they do see me there because I feel like people are walking over me. How can I make them understand me? There don't see what is in front of them. I sit alone with my pen to write. Because my feelings are alone. I need to let it out. It looks like there can't see right drew me. I yelled from the top of the mountains. Can anyone see me? I am here writing my feeling down. Because no one listens to me. So now I hide behind my words. Just me and my pen. It is like my journal. I keep from you. Now I am with thought and mind. Somewhere you will never go. It's just me and my opinion. Write my story down. I will tell my story to someone who hears me. But you will judge me. You will make me doubt myself. So I stay to myself. Now I can't let myself down. I hope that my thought will keep my Secret. I wonder if you will there hear me now. When I am on the mountain, I look down on you because I put myself first. No more second-guessing me. Even if I fall, I know my guardian angel has me. I wish there saw the poems in me. By the words I speak. But there don't see what I can do. There don't believe in me. So I doubt myself.