There is always that person

There is always that person.

The one who appears stong,

Who helps everyone they can, even if it is only the smallest of ways.

There is always that person.

That smiles at stangers,

Hoping to improve their day by just the smallest amount.

There is always that person.

That cries themselves to sleep,

Muffling the sounds of their cries in the pillow, hoping not to disturb the others.

There is always that person.

That then wakes up in the morning,

Shakes off last nights' nightmares, and works through another day.

There is always that person.

And this time,

That person,

Is me.