I was a shy girl.
Didn't have much;
But had what I needed.
I never asked for much.
I was contented with what I had.
I knew how hard my dad worked in the sun,
how could I ask for more?
I knew how much my parents loved me.
It was just that,
It was head knowledge that never reached my heart.
Maybe,
If there was something I wanted
From the deepest echoes of my heart,
It was to be understood by someone.
Someone who knew me inside out.
How much the thought scares me
But how great the longing was
The longing to have all your flaws exposed
And that they still loved you all the same.
"The best kind of people
Are those who love you
Not because of what you can do for them
But for who you are."
