I seem to be: Chapter 1

I seem to be fun and full of hope,

Yet I am really cold, distant, with a bubbling hate,

For one so unloved, I stand tall and proud,

But in reality, I am crumbling slowly,

Under the wear and tear of mental abuse,

Nothing seems to faze me,

Yet I am sensitivity in the extreme,

I seem to be a dusty jewel,

Glowing in warmth filled light,

But this is a clam with sealed lips,

Has a shattered pearly heart,

That has created a sea of salty tears,

And sits alone in the deepest ocean,

Waiting for a hug, a kiss,

That transfers a feeling of love,

That opens gently the lips.