Curious Peepers

I don't understand how they are seeing through me like glass. Poking their heads around corners trying to see into my past Trying to cover up my insecurities and fears with a little sass But they see it... they see me, wondering how long I can last. They speak sweet words and capture my desires. But it's dangerous to think of them to be anything but liars. Too many of them are lurking, like little admirers Tip toeing, poking, tearing at me like animated pliers. I deny my fear and just pretend it's that I don't care But mane the truth doesn't disappear, me admitting this is rare. Hold me, cradle me, I want affection so much I want to feel secure and safe from someone's touch Physically and emotionally I'll push people away. Don't touch me, don't look through me, I'm fine... I'm okay. However, they see a hurt child behind my aggressive attitude And I feel vulnerable when they can tell I'm holding back with such magnitude. They want to get close and make everything okay Well, I won't trust them, it's just something for them to say They know I crave their affection, they know I want to trust. But as much as I want to, I can't... so it's their hearts that get crushed.