It's mine thats holding me back.
Ease up enough to let in,
Cut off, falls short of any rush or connection-
By way of myself alone.
Self inflicted barricade-
My resolve to feel safe thats why that choice I made,
Turned from a choice, into twice, then every one I take
And I left confined, locked in.
A prisoner to my own snobery that I use only on myself.
So I set myself out, yet always wanted all else.
"For someone more than me," I thought
"Who would find worth in someone like me?"
Just to let in, I know I could see again
The worth and the warmth of a true friend.
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