Tough is my exterior,

threatening is my appearance

and hardened my countenance,

but beneath all that lies

a tender heart

delicate than any flower

and clearer than any pond

I have mastered this outward pretence

through years of training

and now I have no will of my own

See through my toughened body,

the throbbing of my heart

apparent in my eyes

rescue me from the stone I have become

and make me the human I want to be