the novelty of "you"

you lose it...
every single bit.
in a second, in a minute.

everytime they pry
everytime you cry
everytime they ask the reason why.

the minute you show feeling
when they sense you healing
bit by bit they'll keep peeling
layers you desperately try sealing.

the moment they find out
what they think you are about.

they see who they want to see
to assume, like anything, is free.

but really it's ok , what harm can it do?
you'll only have lost the "novelty" and not
the real meaning of "you".