scared of my heart

one side perfect, one malformed

one side shown, the other scorn

don't let them see

because, it's not pretty

they judged me for too long to come close to understanding

I simply gave up because they are so demanding.

so I changed for them, and gave them what they wanted.

no longer me anymore; something more "perfected".

they were scared of my confidence and beauty

so they took their words to scrape away my identity

until my perfect heart became the malformed one they liked,

and as my identity became their puppet, I cried and cried.