Battles

Things that you don't see, things that pass by,
When I capture my emotions of whatever size
I hide beneath the mountains of courage,
With my small flags of insecurities,
Waving from far far away,
Where nobody can see,
And nobody to care,
And no one to say hi,
I hide behind my own disguise,
But I feel.
I feel me at times, and at times someone else,
At times an adult, a child out to play,
And I feel lonely quite often, and more,
Scared as well, from both heaven and hell,
I just don't let the lines of my face to quiver,
So when you see me, I lit up
When you see me smile too often or scarce,
Understand that my battles are going on!