I am afraid of gentle hands and whispered words
You see,
I was born in hardness.
Always trained to hold back the tears threatening to spill
I dared not show the bruises of my soul
I dared not speak of heart break
It's always
"It's alright. It's alright. I'm fine"
A response so automated and forever looped from my lips that they almost seem detached
Emotions was my Isaac
And I was the willing abraham
