I'm scared, scared of her
of how she unfolds me
One by one, she peels my layers
not noticing the scars beneath.
I'm scared, of what she will know
as she carries on
telling me she knows how I feel
when I think I'm the only one.
I'm a page, scribbled on
all crumbled up and torn
with many a secret hiding
behind my elaborate folds.
Slowly, she unfold me, crease by crease
unraveling all my scars
And I don't know what I will do
When she knows my past.
