your hands brush through my hair
bubblegum pink and short
you say you like it better long,
i've considered growing it out
distraught and yearning for help
i reach for you like roots searching for water
but retreat when i see my reflection
will you like the true me?
i hide so much, you can barely see
the things you should know are things you shouldn't
i have scars and stories
would you still want to be with me?
my heart is icy cold
the walls are high and made of steel
it takes more than a spark to take them down