All Grown-up
It may seemthat I am extreme,
because in fact I am.
But there's a part of me,
as yet unseen,
that is like a little lamb.
That vulnerable side
I seek to hide
is offering you a view.
So you can see be you drawn
or shyed, the little girl I have inside,
who's peeking out at you.
Don't get me wrong.
You won't see her for long.
She knows she's no longer a child.
The woman you see,
more often than she
is also quite carefree and wild.
A challenge for you.
I could never be meek,
and you couldn't describe me as mild.
I've a really strong shield,
not likely to yield
my inner child's innocent heart.
But please don't forget
the little girl my friend,
even unseen she is there.
We are really quite easy to please
in the end.
We just need to know that you care.
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