Some may call it weakness

To have an open heart.

Baring your soul for all to see

Might lead to utter disaster.

Some may call it weakness

When you let people in.

This mask you wear protects you

From a world that would tear you asunder.

Some may call it weakness

To be so vulnerable.

Yet breaking down your walls, brick by brick

Is the bravest thing one can do.

Some may call it weakness

Because an open heart will bleed.

But this is how bleeding leads to beauty,

For your truth is the most beautiful thing of all.