I bare my soul for everyone to see,
To see the rawest parts of me so they don’t claim me as being weak,
I write poems to bring out the side of me that doesn’t… or better yet,
deciding not to speak,
I write in riddles hoping you’ll understand my beast,
Sensitive and kind but also overwhelmingly divine,
Beneath lock and key, lies a person so heavenly fragile from mankind,
That once the chains break and reveals what’s inside,
You wouldn’t want to be near someone who always finds a reason to make you cry.