What Lies Beneath

Why can't anybody be real with me? Is this conversation so deep that you can't wear your heart on your sleeve? why do you beat around the bush, with everything you try to say? Why can't you just come out with it? Don't be afraid of what I may say. I see you for the person you are, not too much detail, but way too many scars, your cuts are deep within your skin, and they don't look like they've healed, I fought many battles and lost many wars, my cuts are just as deep, when I compare them to yours, yet I stand here wearing my heart on my sleeve, so you can see the beauty that lies beneath. All I see when I look at you, is someone who's afraid of the person she once knew, you can't open your heart and let me in or see what lies beneath the skin. What will ever happen to you, will that day ever come, when you can open your heart, to that special someone, poor little fragile you, cause I can be so comforting, instead you look at me, as if I was the enemy.
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Posted: Jul 2010

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