Hurricane (Dead or Alive)

I'm more honest
with my poems
than the words
that fall out of my lips.

The pain rising
in my heart
like a raging storm.

Day after day
I try to open up.
Try to trust people.
Just be shot down
time and time again.

So I shut down
and push people away.
Trying to stop the bleeding.

Then the same people
who hurt me
beg me to open up.
To let them in again.



So the cycle repeats.