To the real ones

To strangers I am shy,

That’s true I don’t say much.

To my friends I am reliable,
Someone they can always trust.

To my teachers I am determined,
To be the best that I can be.

To my doctors I am a fighter,
I have overcome my disability.

To myself I am confused,
Sometimes I can’t find my bright sides.
The only things I ever hear,
Are the thoughts that haunt my mind.

But to the real ones I am sensitive,
Because I have felt pain.

To the real ones I am anxious,
Because judgement has made me this way.

To the real ones I am deserving of love,
Despite what people may say.

The real ones are those who can find you.
Even when you lose your way.