Don't look...
No, not yet.
You see, I'm exposed and vulnerable.
Covered by shame's blanket, I'm utterly afraid.
If I take one breath, one step, I'll crumble.
Only the crutch of my childlike ambitions, only
My naievete hold me now.
My heart is raw from loving too much, too
Long, too foolishly.
No, don't look yet.
For although I look strong
I am only one person,
And though I look strong
I'm afraid of myself.
Perhaps a fleeting glance will suit you,
Did you see? I'm not good enough yet.
your love casts a shadow on me.
I'm not ready to be loved, I don't love myself.
Wait for me...
Please, just wait.
