He observes all to be of this world a sensitive soul with stories untold he likes to think that nobody cares but wonders why people stare while searching for a friendly warmth in his eyes they get a surprise coldness from a harsh world made him get a disguise the cold front that he puts on is to keep people at bay or so he doesn't feel when people spew hate all said and done emotion comes easy like switching from cold water to hot Show him your true soul and he will open up like anyone a temper that smolders, he's a good man with protective armor that's the coldness you think he harbors he observes all to be of this world a sensitive soul with stories untold the man the myth but all me.
© 2015 CaesarMarques
** Some background about this poem. I’m a very private most of the time shy person until i get to know someone. I really don’t like small talk at all and deep conversations with people are a turn on. Who are we kidding though, this can be a harsh world for people who are considered different in any way shape or form. Growing up LGBT and knowing it but afraid to tell made me get an exterior that didn’t match my interior life. That’s where the first and last line come into play “He observes all to be of this world a sensitive soul with stories untold”.