Layers

If early life has been unkind
I save myself from what I find
Should I trace a path in the sun
where all could have begun
The world see me as a fool
sometimes harsh and crude
The amount of fear building up inside
washes me in its tide
I crumble too far back
in my unrevealed past
once more stirring astray
thruths of me in dismay
Then by layers I become
what lies under the undone

Veroflame June 9th, 2005