Some get scared, some are weak.
No one cares to see past, what lies underneath.
A shield build for self preservation,
Built solid some years ago,
For caution and protection.
Past the shield, the lil old me,
Waits for the one who claims,
To be the man that I thought he would be.
Wrong I was today,
Thinking to trust an empty heart again,
Took one step towards hope,
Then again it blew in my face.
Instead hurt and pain was spread insane,
When he didnt bother to look inside again,
To know who I really am,
To see my soul in its purest form!!
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