What to do, where to go,
There is so much we do not know.
How to say what I feel,
It is so hard to be real.
Never saying, never speaking,
Tiny person inside me peaking,
Around the curtain, out the window,
Never saying the things I do know.
Always scared of no one listening,
perhaps all people are not caring
What the tiny one has to say
Maybe someday she'll be OK