Onions

this dark cloak is not enough
to hide me from your
all-seeing eyes
you peel back my layers
as if i was an onion
one stop short of desperation
i fear that i am bitter and cruel
i fear that i will make you cry
buyt you brave through
these tears
and you see me
you tell me that i'm sweet
you tell me that i'm a lady
strange
all this time
i thought i was
a mud-splatterd root
vegetable
you see me as a beautiful flower
maybe
someday
i will allow myself to believe you