Not often seen, or felt or displayed,
The unbridled passions, the thoughts that cascade,
A secret place that hides, or is shy,
That yearns to be heard, within silent cries,

So afraid to be seen, afraid to be heard,
Is the message garbled, or even slurred,
Does embarrassment prevail, restricting the chance,
To express a being, or opportunity to prance,

So afraid of the day, as much as the night,
How cold can it be, the struggle, the fight,
Expressing oneself, can be difficult at best,
That fateful first step, can be such a test,

The will to release, what can feel so caged,
As frustration can build, and touch inner rage,
Expose what you are, and let others be kind,
So display your underwear, and discover and find...