Hidden

Hurt, lonely, scared that little girl, standing in the back Hiding from the world, hoping that no one looks to hard they might see, see the fear behind her eyes, those surprisingly beautiful eyes, shades of green, brown, and blue Somedays, she wishes that they would see, the girl she hides, behind the frown and the stoney face there is a smile that lights up a room. A laugh that sounds like bells, that smile that lights up her eyes, a personality of more than a wet fish, and an actually person somewhere in there. Sometimes the sun shines through the clouds, but most days, most days, the sun is never actually seen.