Tin Heart

I put up a front,
To stop people getting in.
Because whenever someone gets too close,
Bad things tend to happen.

I seem normal,
Happy and loving.
But if you really knew me,
You'd see inside I'm breaking.

I was doing so well,
The walls kept people out.
But then you came along,
And filled my world with doubt.

Whenever you were around,
I'd act an utter clown.
My walls were finally crumbling,
My front slowly coming down.

But was it such a bad thing?
When I let people in?
That depends if I can hold out,
My delicate heart made of tin.

© Emily Hay 25/9/2012