A Piece of the Puzzle

I am the one who holds the anger

when the others cower in fear.

Stepping forward with an iron fist,

I am always near.

You don’t see me in the mirror.

My reflection bears the face we all wear.

A face of a stranger, lost and alone.

A face of hurt and love that wasn’t there.

I remember what they have forgotten.

I bear the scars of things unseen.

I hold the truth that has never been told.

I am the bearer of all in between.

Some days I’m as strong as a bull.

Some days I’m fragile and weak.

Some days I have power and control.

Though peace is what I seek.

The world sees one face; knows one name.

But I am one of the many faces inside.

I am one note in the melody.

I hold the secrets the others hide.