There is a second person that lives inside of us. Maybe it is the little girl who loves to dance in the tall wild flowers. It could be the little boy who sits inside a cardboard box pretending to be the next Nascar champion.
For some, it is the person that no one knows about. It can only been seen through the pill bottles that sit in the medication cabinet. From looking at the person on the outside, one would never know their daily struggles. Their smiles are the same as yours . The laughter rings out just like yours. Their children are the same as yours. The only thing that sets them apart from you is; The Silent Killer. They could be your child's teacher. The police officer writing your ticket. The cashier at the grocery store. Maybe the person who sat next to you on the bus or subway this morning. There isn't anything stamped on their foreheads. You wont seen them wearing Medical ID bracelets.
They look like ... ME.