Hidden

I'm hidden,
But everyone can see me.
They see me walking, talking, smiling.
They see me being happy;
Loving life.
Acting like nothing van get me down,
Bother me,
or make me cry.
Mostly,
They see what they want to see.
They want to see me walk,
Because in each step there's a lot of grace.
They want to see me talk,
Because with my words I pave the way.
They want to see me smile,
Because my smile can mend a broken face.
They want to see me happy,
Because my happiness says that I am okay.
This is what they want to see,
So this is what I show them.
They only want to see the outside
Which leaves the inside hidden.