She slid between the shadows,
of the walls in every room.
She hoped the sun wouldn't crawl her way,
as she cried for the moon.
She's learned to hide amongst the paint,
slipping in its depth.
Watching from the inside,
deceiving her own breath.
It was cold where she walked,
the night with wind so strong.
How could she know this smart escape,
when her heart was just so young?
Well you see, she never fit in,
this weird world of light.
So she fell away from the day,
and slipped from people's sight.
She saw into every person,
that thought they were alone.
They never knew she truly cared,
and from their heads she'd go.
Yet they felt this kinder relief,
when her shadow appeared towards theirs.
She would stand so brave and tall,
as she gave them all her air.
And one day she won't have enough,
she surely won't survive.
But she helped many others,
to make them feel alive-
This poem is about all the people that help others, but the others never realize. This poem is for all the introverts, including myself, who never really talk in public.