Like many, I am afraid to love 

Most people just wear it lke a glove

They cover themselves up

Empty like a china cup

I hate to be curt

But I don't want to be hurt

I, myself, am the worst

So bad you call me cursed

Just be smart 

Leave me to my dark heart.

Down in this pit

I must admit

I do not feel half bad

I'm not close to mad

Down by the sun

I have no urge to run

Kindness found under the ground

Through I hear others pound 

I look up to the sky

And I whisper my sweet "goodbye."

I know what I am, 

It's far from the perfect lamb

Why am I to blame

It doesn't fill me with shame 

I may be a snake

And I do make mistakes

I am not afraid to say it

Leave me before you get bit