Home Plate

If I open my cuts and show you my wounds,
Would you stand by me, of switch shifts and move.

Iâ??m like a dying log of a tree,
The outside seems dead, but millions of things are going on inside me.

If I took off my clothes and showed you all my insecurities
Like scares, bruises, and impurities
Would you kiss my birth defects?
Or would you run away making me feel like a reject.

If you knew about my past
and the things that was done as task,
Would you absorb and be curious
Or push me away and get furious?

What boogieman lives under my Bed?
What skeletons do I posses?
What parts of me needs to be fed?
What emotions donâ??t lie on top of my desk?

Iâ??d tell you
If I you knew
You
Were true.
But right about now, I just donâ??t trust you.