I love him, treasure his company, enjoy his humour.
Yet I hold a piece of my heart back from him.
Why am I this way?
To almost everyone I love I seem to do this.
From my Dad, I hold back my sanity.
From my Dad's Dad, I hold back my friendship.
From my Mum, I hold back my true happiness.
From my Dad's Mum, I hold back my thoughts.
From my Mum's Dad, I hold back my trust.
From my boyfriend, I hold back the part of me that shows that I love him.
The only person I fully give my trust to is my Mum's Mum.
Only she has fully proven through helping me through life.
The others are getting there, well all except one: My Mum.
She will never gain my full trust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem