I am like a boiled egg...
Hard outside, but under the thin layer of hard shell is softness and warmth.
Maybe more like a soft-boiled egg than a hard-boiled.
I am not cool.
I don't know how to lose and give up.
I am sticky like the yolk...
But with softness and warmth.
What's funny is that despite of knowing so many people in my life (some even for years),
only a few can tell what's inside me.
I guess I have been avoiding people well since some of the incidents years ago.
Because it's tough when the shell breaks and gets smashed,
...and only the others can break it.
