I cover it up when I leave

myself curled up in a ball

fetal protection from the masses

safety from the fall

its the pure center of me

that little piece of personal gold

the same things makes us different

yet I cover it in my hold

its too precious to let out

too sincere for the world to see

the naked decisions of the present

the entire makeup of me

then you see someone who glows

exposing their core with a smile

he is dirty, pushing a cart

story telling with style

he makes it look easy

with nothing he owns the world

I need open my shades

allow my soul to uncurl

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