Caught off Guard (Poem)

You look into my soul so easily

even though I’ve locked it away with a padlock,

and it makes me nervous,

cause I was not ready for this.

Why me?

Why am I the preferred one?

I’m stripped down with only my soul shown in front of you,

and I can’t shake you off,

cause you see every scar,

every bruise,

every flaw,

yet, to you I’m the one you prefer,

the one you adore,

the one you love.