I am a terribly real person In a horribly false world Pouring out my heart and soul Some people take advantage Of my kindness and loyalty It is exhausting to say the least Building up walls so hard For sincere people to break down I am as dark as I am light I am deceptive as I am honest I am self conscious of being conscious I am destructive as I am creative I am introverted as I am extroverted I am withdrawn as I am outspoken These things balance me These things ground me I am self aware of being uncertain As I am aware of worldly deception Falsehoods seething into my space Making it hard to trust and believe I hate to hurt ones feelings But dont hesitate too long For if I pause for a moment to breathe The demons creep into my soul Decepters in vast numbers My walls going up to protect My heart and souls armor Wearing it like a proud knight If you manage to tumble the walls No truer or loyal friend will you meet Than the one dwelling deep within me Burrowed in a comfortable slumber Rising to prove loyalty and devotion Like a lioness that sleeps I slowly give parts of me To the special ones that gain my trust The numbers are few you see Keeps my inner circle neat and tidy If you are in, you now it No words to ever be spoken Just never take advantage Of the part of me I give For it will create a gaping wound That will surely never ever heal Janet Whitley Sylvia Martin
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 23:05:09 +0000
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