On the outside i am cool and collected
   I am secure and self-confident
      I am mature and encouraging
But what people do not see
       the inside of me
  The colder parts
      the crumbling parts
I am insecure, explosive
    I don't let people see
        The hurt inside of me
I search daily for acceptance
   even though i know none will be found
I want people to see
   the inside of me
  But no one cares to look
      yet i am an open book
         but only to those willing to look
                                        willing to pry my pages loose
No one has made it far
   they gain my trust
      by opening the cover
    But by the second line
         I am left open
             exposed to the cold air
                  that they had once accompanied
Now i shiver and scream
    From even the lightest touch
      I have so much to tell
         But who ever cared anyways