“I have nothing profound to say,”
Said the timid boy under his breath.
I will not change the world,
For it will be better off without me.

I have not loved,
I have not mattered,
I am no one.

But on the inside, he is screaming
Louder and louder
To be heard and understood,
To finally be known and loved.

For to be known is to be loved,
And to be loved is to be known.

This boy is inside all of us, at some point.
Dying to understand our worth and beauty.
Dying to know that we matter to someone.
And we do.

I promise.