Hidden

I am hidden
from the views of the world
only the spirits
can condemn me today

they thrash and they blow
until I am nothing more.
The wind can toss me
but I wish to be strong
to block out the pain I feel

I cry out
but no one can hear me
or maybe no one understands
the words I am saying.

People walk past me
people step on me.
Am I merely a stepping stool
to anyone who feels they need it?

Why oh why
must I be hidden?
No matter how hard I try
the pain is still there,
the love I know is running out.