my own scars

do you know the sorrows that grace my mind?
the craters where lighting rent the earth?
there are so many
is it possible for you to know all of them?

even if it were, would i let you?
could i let you in to examine every scar?
to dig into the wounds that pain me?
to know my sorrows, my burden?

those things which make me me
define me, explain me?
things i hold dear and hate so much?
which bind me to the earth, and make me smile, but only sadly?

no, not ever
not now
i cannot let you now
so don't even try
i will fight you with my very life
i do not trust you with my life