You put on your armour and shield
Whenever you're facing them
It's heavy, it's baggaging
And your nerve is tense
And you listen and see everything
Alert for the smallest details
How does it feel to be naked?
To finally drop everything and feel free
Have you ever found somebody
Who you're letting them to see the scars
Without slightest of doubt
Paranoid of being misunderstood and judged
Even if they do, would you able to explain?
Introduction, climax and the conclusion
So smoothly, as if you're telling a bedtime story
Probably stutter and finding for the correct words
But when you talk, do they listen?
Or you put back your armour and walk away with shield in hand?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
RandomThis is my thoughts and feelings that I poured out into words. It could be about anything and anyone. ... p/s : I might edit what I've published when I feel the need to, so don't mind me. I'm not a great writer, anyway.
