Solemn demeanor for all to see.

Underneath is the real,

outgoing me.

A man who speaks his mind.

Even without the sunshine.

The prime leader of any pack,

but childish fear holds me back.

Scared to hear them say,

"You're not worth our time, go away!"

So I sit in the shadows...

biting my tongue.

Even though I know

my words, are valuable ones.

Soon my true soul will emerge.

As I shout my version,

of the spoken word.

Urging everybody to be

Fearless at all times,

and constantly happy.

For life is too short to hide

the beauty of what we contain inside.