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What's Hidden Underneath

Updated on February 27, 2015

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 2 years 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.