A Broken, Guarded Heart. No More.

The human heart is like, a
High School Year Book Picture.

Kept shut, so is out of
View from prying eyes.
A wooden plank, barricaded door. 

Those who once by chance
Got a glance at it, laughed
Uncontrollably out of jealousy.
Sugar coated, in spite.

So much so, that you resorted
To having stored it away
In an attempt to hide.
From then on you always
Ask yourself, "Who AM I?"

You hide from them, from yourself,
From anybody who gets too close
To the mystery that is your marvellous mind. 

It's modern day light robbery that is overprice.
The consequences that come with being kind.

Who you once thought you
Were, becomes a stranger.
A silhouette of what used to
Be a wonderful life.

You're own, authentic self
Slowly begins to fade.
Your heart locked for security
Measures, in the only thing
That for the time being
You think will keep it safe -

A dank and rusty cage.

Reducing in size, day by day.
As it shrivels and withers away.
How sad to think of such a beautiful
Thing, going to waste.

Until one day...
You heal.
You no longer feel the pain. 

As you come to the realisation and think
To yourself, 'All that stress I put Myself
Through, due to unrealistic expectations
That are the stupid standards of those of
Who I tried to fit in? Nah, mate. They ain't all that!'

For those who are innocent at mind
And pure of heart, one day will be discovered.
More valuable and worth treasuring, than
Some grand, fine piece of  Gallery art.

A fellow true, authentic Artist will
See You for who and everything, you are.
Once again you are made whole.
Their reciprocated Kindness, the key.
One simple gesture or kind and caring
Word, is all it takes to unlock all of you.
Finally, you have been set free.

You will finally remember
What it's like to be,

'A Broken, Guarded Heart. No More.'

- Alexandra Pierotti.