I’ve always been told to be myself To be honest To be real. But no one seems to be ready for the real me. I open my body up and my secrets come pouring out like bats from a cave racing towards the light. But they turn to dust as you look upon them. You tell me, That was too much, Hold back You’re being too open Too honest Too raw. You’re scaring people away. They don’t like you being too vulnerable. It’s weird, and uncomfortable. But how can I be both? How can I be both open and closed? Enough, but not too much? I only know love on one setting. I don’t do things halfway.