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Afraid To Be Seen

He’s afraid of what I can see
So he wants me to be scared to see
He worries about the unseen
Things of this world haunts him
Maybe he’s afraid I see him
Where he doesn’t want to be seen
For this makes him vulnerable
To always be seen
He can’t fake goodness
But I’m not seeking goodness
I’m seeking truth
This truth makes him fragile
But I’m gentle, I won’t break him
My aim is to cradle, where he’s most feeble