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
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
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