I find myself locking the doors to my soul/
Because I don't want the chores of being unconditionally whole/
Mandating the lines of self to one who's are blurred//
I feel I'm screaming for help, from a mouth that can't be heard//
Because I am still too immature to fully commit/
The very thought conjures a demand for me to submit/
Basically everything I've ever wanted and in some areas more//
With that you've shaken me, leaving the parts tauned an open door//

Short simple, and I hope it was to the point... wow this looked a lot longer on paper, sorry