Little me

I need to tell you something before I start,
I don't have very many talents.
But when it comes down to it I always trust my heart,
Even when my life is full of ifs and cants.

I always hide when I see someone I don't know,
And I never speak unless necessary.
I notice that people don't notice me no matter where I go,
And I guess that gave me insecurities too big to carry.

People only see me when they find something to tease,
So I shrink to the shadows hoping to escape.
Hoping that if they can never see me I can be at ease,
But I end up giving in and becoming fear's slave.

I'm full of sorrow yet full of hope,
I give in yet always want to fight.
I can't say or do what I want, nope!
I can only stay in the shadows when I want to be in light.

I guess it's my fault for never finding help,
But help is hard to find to someone with a little presence.
I'm not short but I am a cowardly whelp,
I wish for someone to notice yet strive to keep a distance.

I really want someone to notice me, to know that I'm alive,
But I can't find the courage to speak.
That's why I write, to have the words be mine,
They are my words and they are the comfort I keep.

I write so people know who I really am or want to be,
So that they see the, small yet strong, little me.