Look Inside My Heart
Won't somebody please look inside my heart
Look inside and tell me what you see
I wonder what treasure might be there to find
Or maybe wretched filth instead
Perhaps even both
I've got a heart that's soft and tender
One that's been battered, bruised, and beaten
And, still, it cannot find the will to hate
It loves regardless of the consequences
It does not understand why when that is not returned
So it builds up its defenses
So that the world cannot see the pain and vulnerability
It lets my head spit out seemingly spiteful words
Because tears alone make me just seem weak
They make me seem like a needy child
Hungry only for affection
Rather than that, I sound more like a bitch
Who will be called neither weak nor whiny
No one cares about the tears anyway
But if someday someone sees
What really lies beneath all of my defenses
Will he think he's found a treasure
Or leave yet another scar
Way down deep inside my heart
When the bitchy side of me shows through?
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