Hidden

The hidden feelings that some people can't see.

We wait....

The days drag on as we,
the weak,
stay stricken in panic.

I wonder if I'm thought of,
or even loved?
Can someone useless be
loved or cherished?
Am I worth even their hatred?

Those I cherish are strong,
but unknowing.

They sit, smile, laugh,
but they have yet to see.
To see the pain,
the pain in my heart,
the tears I bleed.

We hope that they,
those we cherish,
see us someday.
The true us.

We wait...