if someone was to see
how much I do
for other people
and when they
don't appreciate
all that I gave
a little piece of me
sort of wilts away
okay, I say
and sleep alone
before I feel
the tears
silently
stream
and if someone was to see that
I hope that someone
would pick up my hand
and hold it very tightly
without saying a single word
just knowing the scars
which bare my hands
are worth of every inch of living
that person is strong and caring
capable and endearing
kind and talented
imperfect and wrong
forgiving and stupid
reckless but spirited
I can be that person
now, I see.