Midnight Quills

A young man walks down the street
With confidence in his stride,
Genuinely smiling at the people he meets,
Though they’re never too long by his side.

He walks by with an air of inner strength,
Greeting those who catch his eye,
Willing to go to any length,
To hide the fact that he’s living a lie.

For underneath the strength you see,
A heart of weakness hides;
To unlock his mask you hold the key
By staying by his side.

He only needs a friend so dear
Who opening up to he feels free -
I pray by now you see it clear,
That this young man is me.