you.

i don't know when i'll be able to be myself in front of you.
who you see when you interact with me, is not who i really am.
your opinion on who i am is biased.
you've only seen what i've let you see.

i don't know when, if ever, i'll let my guard down for you.
you have that aura about you.
something tells me that i need to be careful.
at the beginning, i was wondering if it was the fact that i was afraid.
but as days went by and we started really talking to each other
i realised that it's not me.

i dont know what it is.
i dont even think you realise it yourself.
but theres something about you.
something that makes me afraid of your intentions.