I panic internally at the thought of being seen. Not the light Iâm afraid of, itâs not being believed. hard to love, thatâs been accepted. Thatâs for not being accepted; by the folks who claim to love you, youâd think itâd be expected.
I didnât know conditions come with it. Love got so tough, I broke apart and left it.
Hard life lessons learned so young, but thick skin kept it together. I cried the dark, it seemed, if no one sees, itâd be better. And yet, here you come along, with plenty of effort. Upon hearing she canât feel strong, you say âlet her.â
Never been afforded sensitivity; I canât trust myself in vulnerability. The heart sinking feelings comes with my inactivity and thereâs no credibility when it comes to my mentality, my mental reality.
And all I ask from you is to believe me. Only then will it be okay for you to see me. Only then will I be able to open up to you easily. Youâll not have to deal with me closing and leaving.
Hard life lessons learned so young, but thick skin grows in pressure. I only cried the dark cuz if no one sees, itâd be better. And yet, here you came along, youâve made the effort: to remind her itâs okay to feel strong, she is treasure.