. Calloused .

[Nymiane]

I wrote this a few months back, still feel the same way!

I don't want to open up..
And show you the real me..
I don't want to open up..
In fear you may hate me..
I don't want to open up..
You might hurt me...
I don't want to open up..
You may not like what you see...

I don't want you to caress my cheek..
I don't want you to see how your smile,
Makes me weak..
I don't want you to see how much I honestly care..
You just might leave me,
In great despair..

I don't want your loving hand,
I don't need it to stand...
I don't need a heart..
It only tears me in two,
I don't want you to hear me say..
"I love you"

I'm so calloused from my years of struggling,
In the end I always wind up juggling.
Love, Hate..
Which one?

I don't want to open up..
In fear you'll get to know me..
The real me..
You'll see the fear in my eyes.
You'll see the tears upon my cheek.
In the end, I'm always weak.
In the end...
I'm Calloused.