Someone please notice I tried

I smile so people think I’m doing fine, while secretly I’m begging for a sign. I help my friends and wipe away their tears, then hold my own alone through quiet years. I give my heart away in pieces small, just hoping someone might see me at all. I say “I’m good” so it won’t feel too real, while heavy thoughts are things I never reveal. I try to be the light in someone’s night, because I know how dark it gets sometimes in life. I answer calls when others need a friend, I stay too long and help it never end. And maybe that’s the hardest truth I face, I only feel important when I’m in a place. But when I help somebody heal their pain, it makes me feel like I’m not here in vain. So if my kindness helps somebody stay, if I can make their heavy thoughts go away, then maybe all the hurt I carry tight still means I brought a little good in someone’s life. Because deep down beneath the fear and ache, I just want proof I made the world a better place.