I want so badly To be seen That I feel the longing In my bones And the ache Runs through my muscles. But I am so deeply Terrified That people will not like What I have to show. And then I think That I can continue To live my life In the shadows But that is not living That is simply getting by. And still When someone starts to see me I turn away And rethink Who I am And what I'm doing. And I come to the conclusion That maybe the shadows aren't So bad After all.