• That little hair-raising feeling

    as I walk down the street

    Terrified of my emotions and what

    you might think of me

    hoping one day to get over fears

    some i must face, this is unevitable

    trying so hard to be independent

    yet sometimes, my human self needs someone to cry on

    scared that someone will find me

    exposed

    a glimps of the human me

    not perfect the

    unideal

    defenseless

    side of me

    the side that can be tossed around and annhialated or loved and cared for

    the chills that I get when I think you can find

    me