Layers
Who knows me, I wonder now. 
Who claims to know my soul? 
An onion seen displays it's shell, 
But little of the whole. 

Who thinks they see me? Is it you? 
Does blood drip from my chest? 
You hold my heart within your hands, 
Control my final rest. 

Does it show to eyes so wise, 
The torture that I feel? 
Is it known to those who know 
To whom it is I kneel? 

Does distance bridge the gap 
Between two distant friends? 
Will closeness break the bonds 
To again two separate ends? 

Tell me friend I know not well 
Does your heart lie to my side? 
Or will you add another brick 
To the building where I hide? 

Will the wall come tumbling down, 
Or will it stand the test of time? 
Will my heart now soften up, 
Or harden into lime?