There is a side of me that I rarely show,
Locked deep inside letting no one know.
When I walk around I put on a facade,
Otherwise everyone might perceive me as odd.
I walk around wondering if anyone will find out
And wonder how I can let go and find a new route.
I have grown accustomed to being on my own
Being alone is my comfort zone.
They see me as the warm, helpful guy;
There is much more to me than what meets the eye.
A helpful brother is what most see,
But there is much more that defines me.
I watch and protect what is so close
Sometimes I need help, no one knows.
How do I let out what is trapped so deep inside
After so long all I have known is to hide.
What lies beneath is guarded by lock and key,
Hidden down deep for no one to see.
Who holds the key that will set me free?