Covert

I've never let people see my writing.

Maybe it's because I didn't think I had a good enough audience.

Filled with fake empathizers and fake people

Who'd pretend to understand words they could never even begin to fathom.

I will not be mocked.

Made ashamed of my feelings.

But I refused to be seen,

as guarded for no reason.

Now you will know,

why no ones hand seems to fit in mine.

Why miracles are something only seen

Through God's eyes.

"Only the meek shall inherit the Earth." (Matthew 5:6)

Well, haven't I been humble enough?

I will never be Matthew, Mark, Luke or John

But I'm afraid what I am just isn't enough.