My Armor
To call me a fearless girl
Would be a real stretch
I suffer from endless worry
And mute self-consciousness
And though the shell you see
May appear to be made of steel
It’s actually layers of aluminum
That one careless word can puncture
I stand before you pretending
Trying to seem tough and indifferent
But my vulnerability shows through
My guard is shaken by your presence
And in that small little quiver
If you look closely you will see
The not-so-fearless girl
That I really am
— me, 02.22.00
*APPLAUSE! APPLAUSE!* very well done…bravo!
You mind-reader, you… 😉
I really enjoyed this, it spoke to me, as if was like seeing myself
Yup. I felt like I was looking in the mirror.
The Duchess