Under Lock and key
I'd rather be
Than wearing my heart
Upon my sleeve
It's still too soon
To venture out
Still too deep the wounds
Too fresh and raw
They bleed freely
Will not be stanched
So here I'll stay
Locked away
Until one day
Maybe I'll take a peek
Maybe I'll look outside
Decide to feel again
But until then
I'll bide my time
Lick my wounds
Cry my tears
And wallow
Behind myself made fences
These my only defences
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