The Ones

The strong ones. 

The loud ones. 

The high achievers.

The weak ones.

The quiet ones.

The ones that blend.

Overcoming obstacles

Jumping hurdles

Pushing for greatness

Often at our own demise.

Using our voice

And strength

To hide 

And cover 

The fears

And weakness

That weigh heavy

On our shoulders

Everyday.

In a cruel world

That demands so much

Crying out

To be held

To be heard

To be loved.

Hiding away

Wanting relief

That never comes.

Building strength 

To tackle another day

And force that smile

Upon your face

Alone

Crying out

Hiding away

Unheard

Unnoticed

The strong ones

Have weaknesses.

The weak ones

Have strength.

The loud ones

Have days of silence.

And the quiet ones

Have loud days.

The high achievers

Stop trying

Those who blend

Stand out

The light 

fades to darkness

The joy 

diminishes into gloom

The life

That goes

Unnoticed

Goes noticed

Too soon.

For the strong

Become weak

And the weak

Must become strong