Come Out of the Woodwork

Come out, come out,
Wherever you are!
I see you in there,
You can't go far.

Hiding in the woodwork,
Trying to blend.
Listen to me,
The message I send.

We miss your talent,
Words on the page.
Sometimes funny,
Other advice, sage.

Someone hurt your feelings,
Or, maybe you theirs?
It's something personal,
Of which we're unaware?

I know that it's tough,
Feeling sick and tired.
It's not for us to know,
So, keep it inside.

But, if you're ready,
To offer, to share.
Then bring it out,
Into the fresh air.