Why do I come off as a closed book?
Hiding behind walls of
I will admit that I'm cautious...
But I think in efforts to not share too much,
I've forgotten how to share at all.
In an effort to guard my heart,
And all the emotions it encompasses,
I locked it up and threw away the key
And now I have no recollection
Of what deep ocean to which it's gone.
All I ever wanted was to not get hurt
And my wish has been granted.
Because now I can't even let myself go,
Enough to let
Where they could possibly ever hurt me.
It surprises me when people say that I'm reserved
And that my innocence is a cover-up for something deeper.
But I now realize that they've all seen the truth
Because by keeping my emotions under lock and key
I've lost the ability to see myself and me...
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