Concealed
Location
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.