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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.