(This was a very short little poem that was gonna be longer but I decided I would just keep it the way it was)
There is a past behind my exterior
A past that no one can see
The thing that I show no one
Yet it is what makes me, me!
Though I am afraid of myself and others
For if they were to remove my outer shell
They'd find my vulnerability, my innocence
It would then be their decision to take me as I am
Or break everything I could and can be.
