I am a locked box, but I gave you my key
I allowed you to see the real me
Not the one that smiles when you pass
But the one facing depression in the middle of class
Only a few can open up me
So you should be glad that I gave you my key
Because it seems these days you're kinder than anybody
A few months ago I gave you my key
How good it feels to open up to somebody
I'm a locked box
aching to be free
I know I'm not perfect
I hide all my flaws
I'm not really that happy
Don't tell what you saw
About four years ago, I gave you three
The gold and shiny, beautiful key
the key that unlocked my greatest fears
the one that held my blood and tears
But I realize now you can't have my key
because I belong to somebody
who won't tell all the flaws I have to
somebody who'll go tell all their friends
I can't give my key to somebody
who will insult and hit and abuse me
To someone who'll make me cry through the night
You don't deserve to see my might
I can't give my key to somebody
Who a year later will forget about me
Who will move on to someone new
Who won't cry as much, and will only laugh with you
So for the three people whom I gave me key
I sure hope you know the pain you gave me
Because now nobody has my key
Anyone who did only hurt me
I'm a locked box
but you don't know me
I've changed
only for me to see.
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
