Someone once asked me to loosen up
Somebody told me to open up
My mind whispered to break down
A friend looked at me to read me
The palm reader tried to no avail
My mother asked me why I was scared

Its not a mystery to be solved
Nor is it a project to be worked on
Im a working progress to be processed
A young soul to be unleashed
Not innocent to be corrupted
Yet she's a wonder to be investigated

I scare the crap...