She Is Me

Giving few chances and insight One must show extreme devotion To earn her trust, her respect, her heart For her heart will never be easily broken Or given, of her own free will She cannot control her desires She too, like many others Desires to be desired Wants to be wanted, held, cherished Yet she goes about her emotions In contrast to the average female She portrays unattainability Innocence, character, in the light of a damaged being With grudges towards her former perpetrators If one should take the notion To venture into her soul One would see a joyous woman Dying to live her life The way she imagines it She's chosen not to see How she is the source of her own destruction She doesn’t let people in For fear of loss, anguish, and heartache She doesn’t see her actions being detrimental But merely as a precaution, but precaution to what? If she does not live with caution to the wind She has nothing to be cautious of She never lets herself feel, cry, mourn, She has all the answers but none of the questions She knows and learns through others But cannot relate by experience This cannot be blamed on her alone She has a life ahead of her Waiting, waiting For her heart to grow To break through the chains She’s placed on herself And conquer the dream She’s never dared to dream