What things hide in darkness?

The monsters a child fears?

But in the dark is where I sit,

For the shadows hide my tears.

They mustn’t know I worry,

They mustn’t know I cry.

For if they ever did,

They’d surely wonder why.

Why I cannot answer,

Why I do not know.

Why I feel so sad,

But never let it show.

Why my sobs are silent,

Why my tears are hidden.

They wouldn’t understand,

The fears that come unbidden.

Do I really matter?

Do I belong somewhere?

Would people try to help me?

Or would they just not care?

This is what I wonder,

These thoughts fill my mind.

Inside I keep on searching,

Not knowing what I’ll find.

Will I find an angel?

Or will I find a beast?

Or maybe, just maybe,

Someday I will find peace.

This is what you get when a sixteen year old with anxiety attacks and depression decides to write a poem while in the middle of both.