To Whom It May Concern: Don't you ever wonder Who is hidden behind the words? Well let me indulge you In a little knowledge about my life. I've been depressed for as long as I can remember From the moment my parents said They'd no longer be together From the time when I was pikced on And never just seemed to fit in I eventually learned to be different To stand out above the rest But I still haven't found my niche The lost piece of the puzzle That no one can seem to find Stranded in a corner Having no way to turn And feeling that if I were to buckle No one would be there to catch me So with this I turn to poetry Because words do not talk back They simply rest there on the paper Waiting for someone to read And say they understand.