Holding

What is this thing inside of me,
Not letting me be who I want to be?
What’s holding me back,
From sharing my life with you?
What is this wall in front of me,
Which I can’t seem to get through?
I think I’ve found,
This fear inside of me.
Shattered feelings from the past,
Buried beneath thick glass.
Scars that remind me,
Of the pain I once felt.
I look around and I can feel,
This fear stirring inside of me.
Can I trust you?
I don’t know
For some,
I have no place to put it.
It’s holding me back,
Not being able to trust.