I see you there.
Hiding from me.
Right out in plain sight you stand.
Trying so hard to pretend you aren’t there.
Trying to pretend that your illness doesn’t exist.
You talk and act as though nothing is wrong.
You’re the life of the party.
The one who’s always “helping” out.
Your stories are filled with all You do and Your life.
How You are Always the one “everyone” turns to.
It’s always about you.
Yet you hide out when things get tough.
You hide from the confrontation.
You hide from the truth of what has taken over you.
You think that I do not see but I do.
You can keep on hiding out.
I will keep on knowing.
Because I promise you.
You aren’t the first and you won’t be the last.
I just hope you will get the help you need.
I hope you will find the way to your happiness.
Hiding out is no way to exist.
So just try to make an effort to find your way back to health.
Find your way back to happiness.
Find your way back to you.