Careful how you speak to me
Or I might run away again.
Words carry meaning, you see,
And I listen to the music of your soul.
Read me like an open book you may, but
Deep down, I always hide myself.
In the darkness of my night I bathe…
Careful—or you’ll only get to see the side of me
Everyone else but few will always think is the real me.
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 