Underneath

Everyone seems to pass by me, inconspicuous. Sure, they see ME but they
really don't at the same time. I laugh; I sing; I run; I dance; I'm
happy, lighthearted like a child. But if you look deeper, you'll see
the secrets that hang over my should like a huge sack of sand. Secrets I
don't share because of barriers that have been forced in my way. This
is inconspicuous, invisible me. Aged with all I've experienced and how
I've been pushed and shoved through life up till now. I share with you
those secrets, that huge sack of sand that everyone else seems to brush
off their shoulders, inside and out. Here I am.