DAMSEL-IN-DISTRESS-IN-DENIAL

• There she goes
  looking into nothingness
  With her head held up high
  Ignoring the wandering eye.
  
  Pretending she knows it all
  Avoiding even helpful interference,
  Locking the doors and windows
  to her heart forever.
  
  Nobody knows that inside her
  A story resides of a little girl;
  Wanting to be loved and cared for
  By someone she could blindly trust.
  
  To her loved ones, shes a guide
  Mentoring them and solving their dilemma
  Holding back her own tears
  while her shoulders observe their's.
  
  To those who refer her as cold and coy
  She does not have a heart of stone,
  She is as vulnerable as you are
  And it pains her too when misjudged.
  
  Dont you see
  she is afraid to love and loose;
  This mask she wears is to defend
  herself from those wanting to pounce
  on her, waiting to get a glimpse of her weakness.
  
  Never will she agree
  to her want for being loved;
  Never will she show
  her timid self;
  Never will she nurture
  the scared child inside her;
  Never will she never be
  the damsel-in-distress-in-denial.