A short and simple explanation of me.
Pale paper shields making what is obvious,
leaving room for eyes of curious.
A preacher once called this human mysterious.
Yet, God knows I can be as revealing as an open rose.
Feeling your emotions make mine hurt more,
I am afraid to open this door.
To not be accepted as this me,
for I can tell you,
but still you will never see.
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