Torn

Oh, how I wish that you would visit me
Yet my problem lies in you not knowing me
I wonder often if you would judge me
For I am young and filled with hopeless dreams
I know of love and that it comes with pain
I know that in life, there is much left for me to gain
I am still human, though I am smart
I may be young, but I still have a heart
I have emotions, though frail they are so much
And though I put on a brave facade, I still crave another's touch
A hug, a kiss, an encouragement of some kind
Anything comforting is just fine in my mind
I am vulnerable, yet fierce in form
I act like I'm emotionally strong, yet inside I am torn
I am, once again, human, and I, too, feel desire
I don't have much interest in life, yet I still feel it's fire
I have no respect for one who can not respect me
What does that say about me?
I am doubtful, I wish I were sure
I am tainted, I wish I were pure
I am not pretty, though I think myself fair
I am always making something out of the nothing that is there
I am opinionated, yet I also listen to other sides
I am told that I am one to whom people can confide
No one knows my true side save precious few
Oh, how I wish it were precious you.