Nov. 2, 2013
She clearly never meant for this to happen,
For him to get so close as to glimpse the real her
After she’s hidden that self so deep for so long,
In borrowed (perhaps accidentally stolen)
Lives of other people, perhaps deliberately now
Revealing herself for the first time,
Trusting she can trust him, feeling perhaps for the first time
How those who follow her have felt,
Desperate for him to understand her need,
Hampered by the fact she has kept so much
Secrete for so much time, he can’t quite believe
When she is telling him the truth, as opposed to
All that she had said before, like the boy who cried wolf,
Unable to convince anyone about her pain
Since nobody knew who she really is,
Even when she throws open her chest to show
Just how wounded she really is.
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