Concealed

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Happy, lively, and talking that never ends

This how I'm viewed by my friends.

Yet to others I am perceived as quiet

And inside me is a riot.

With a yearning for my true self to be seen

I am not like the other teens.

 

Smart, talented, and a kindness no one knows 

I feel as if none of this shows.

Hoping and wishing will not do me any good.

I am always misunderstood.

Possibly one day I will gain the courage

To be one others acknowledge.

 

 

 

 

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