Behind My Back, In Front Of Me Poem by Yolanda Wel

Can anyone hear me? Hear my cries?
Will anyone question how or when I died inside?
Does anybody care where I am? What i've seen Or Where I've been?
Or perhaps the chaos I've created with my sins?
Can everyone see my internal struggle? My worries and fears?
Is forgiveness a word worthy of believing? Am I?
Is anyone listening to life's harsh cries?

I hide in plain site just out of view,
I let you see parts of me that are perfect in you,
Never do I blink I know all to well the pain,
Stumbling from my view to speak of me in vain,
I'm the loudest in a room while being quiet as a mouse,
I've got the best seat here in this one room house,
Is it my lingering presence that makes you aware?
Everyone whispering with wide eyed stares,
Now I stand before you with a blistering fear,
Making everyone second guess why I am even here.