What's Hidden Underneath

You Don't Know Me

My eyes aren't as bright as they used to be.

My smile doesn't come as easily as before.

Trust is not freely given.

I can be kind and friendly, but being my friend isn't easy.

Unfortunate circumstance means my friendship is guarded and has to be earned.

The world can be cruel; justice doesn't always come.

Sometimes a heart that is broken can never be completely healed, only mended.

So, don't judge me.

You don't really know me; you only know the me I allow you to see.

If you know me, really know me; then you know I'm a little broken.

Don't mistake my quietness as shyness or rudeness.

I'm really very kind and I can be quite hilarious.

These walls are here to protect me.

Someday I hope they will come down for good; they do have a few cracks.

But, for now, I'm still in repair.


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NiaLee 16 months ago from BIG APPLE

Hello Mindigirl I do understand you, I am in a place like that where the walls are very high, they are guarded by soldiers with spears, bows and arrows and even a few bombs…

I have been open, kind, dedicated, trustworthy and was burned on the public place…so, i took my little self and went away, far away.

When they see me, those who burned me wonder how I am still alive, they want to know the secret, so, they come closer…as soon as they get too close, I disappear, they try, they can't see me anymore.

So much love, here, but can't be given to anyone.

Love and peace to you and all.

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