Stripping the outer layer
You've found the person I portray.
Escape the obvious.
Look deeper.
Still not to the real me.
Blood...red...something you remember
Seeping from my eyes,
Instead of tears.
Bone, something strong enough
To sustain the pressure and weight
But is easy to break...
Like the heart that lies beneath.
There in that small organ,
Something different,
Something you've been blind to all along,
Something I hid.
Fear.
A girl, unsure of the world.
Ignorant to life's spoils,
Scared to make the wrong step...
So took a step back,
Only to find that any step at all
Might have caused the hurt.
That small organ.
Battered, broken, bruised.
Unexpected from the looks of a bright exterior.
Soul.
Ugly, belongs to a more powerful man.
Strong and Great.
Who shall mend the tattered organ,
Dry the streaming tears,
And comfort me.
Waiting on those unanswered prayers.

Surprised?
You should be.
Zooming out,
You find yourself in me.