I talk but no one hears me

I listen but am not listened to

I am hiding in plain sight

I am a shoulder to cry on,

an ear to whisper in,

a warm hug on a cold day,

But to whom should I go?

Who is my shoulder, my ear, my hug?

I am hiding in plain sight

I am often overlooked, overshadowed, and outshined

I am, and always will be, hiding in plain sight