A pretty mess

Confused and hurt
She keeps to herself
Lets no one in
Holds her heart by herself

A mess she is stuck in the past
She wants no one close again
She remembers the pain and it lasts forever
A hole in her chest; a blood red stain

Looks in the mirror and sees who she wants to be
Not who she is and she doesn’t want to see
A fragile thing so easily broken
But treasures inside for the one who she lets open

A mess she is living in the present
Broken promises ring inside her head
“Never another” she vows but gets hurt again
She lies all alone broken on her bed

Afraid to trust and afraid to lean
Hands closed around her heart
Sick and tired of being used
She sits alone all confused

A mess but a pretty one
You shine like a candle
Hidden potential inside
One day you will understand that I am right