Layers Upon Layers

Layers upon layers cover me,
a different one for each person.
I might peel back layers for my friends,
even remove some for close friends,
yet what is my real color?
what is the layer that has no further layers upon myself?

It is so far gone,
no one can remember,
not even myself.
Ive not only been painted by others,
ive been molded, shaped,
into something I can't understand,
a protective substance surrounding me,
removable, yet firm, grasping.

Layers upon layers cover me,
molded into a human shape,
a brain made of worry and hurt,
molded into a shield,
always up, always protecting, always lying,
to avoid pain, suffering.
How can I remove that?

You find one you trust,
one who can remove the layers upon layers,
one your shield lets it guard down around,
the one you find it hard to lie to,
to protect yourself from.
They become your shield,
and you theres.

Layers upon layers cover me,
being peeled back,
being removed,
being remembered for who I really am.

My final layer is now showing.
the shape, the color, the real me, i cannot tell you.
For it has a shield.
A special part of myself protected by another.

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