Welcome to my home
My heart and my soul
What do you see?
The dusty drapes and the darkened light?
The broken pieces left from a fight?
If you look closer into the dark
you can see those blood red orbs
that hide a smile within its tears
wary of all its inner fears
What will you do?
Will you take a step closer?
Will you lend a hand,
A shoulder to cry on
or a word of comfort?
Take her hand and you will see
a crack appearing on that perfect face,
untold history that would make your heart race,
Defenses being stripped away
to show what was being hidden in the dark
with such determination and hate.
Alas, alas if you come closer
that little girl will only run farther
Farther away from you comforting arms
into the dark
into herself
locking away her desires
her hopes and her dreams
Will you ever see the real me?
That is the question that I always ask.
A plea for help
A ray of hope?
Are those too much to ask for?