A Part of My Journey

My journey, not the saddest one I know that I’ve been blessed Yet often, I just want to cry I feel alone, depressed Not wanted for those childhood games Small in the scheme of things But teasing, torment, set the stage The pain of it still stings Perhaps, too many share my past Perhaps, most can outgrow it But some, still don’t feel good enough Like me, though you’d not know it I’ve learned to shine, too hide the fear I’ve learned to spin, to wear a shell But underneath, my demons lurk A hole inside in which they dwell