Things Tend To Happen

I only want to be noticed "maybe" a little bit everyday, To be told I'm beautiful without my words having to say. I only ask for less than enough to brighten my path that i walk, and I only say just enough to conceal my troubles in talk. I feel like an animal that's been locked away, So much aggression and plenty to say. Still afraid to speak the words my mind replays, so here I am writing another hopeless mindless says. What is hidden behind the covers is only for one to know, What is scared to speak the truth but continues with the flow. The tears for years of hiding and running also cowering behind hope the word that has yet to show me the gripping of the bloody rope why hold strong when so many fail to even hold Like your life has been pulled and pushed as silly putty or mold. I guess for the reason everything happens in-deed everything happens for a reason and I believe that's my plea