BENEATH THE SURFACE
Beneath the surface,
there is no anger.
There is pain,
but there is no fear.
The surface itself is rough
It's marred and scarred from much rough handling.
There are jagged edges.
It's been mistreated, carelessly used.
But it is tough.
It has to be.
For what lies beneath is fragile.
Priceless.
A true romantic, a young idealist.
A soul that shines.
The real me.
Be careful when you touch the surface.
In anger, do not deal it a blow.
You may break the fragile soul
that lies just beneath the surface.
















