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.
Copyright © Angel C | Year Posted 2013
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