Do you ask yourself if I also ever need a hug?
All you see are my quills.
Deep down I am a soft and gentle person.
You know I don't bite.
It's rather unfortunate, that everyone who ever came close to me left hurt.
I seldom hurt anyone intentionally.
It's just nurturally me; how I am superficially.
Sometimes it feels lonely.
Sometimes I feel guilty
But there's not much I can do.
I am a porcupine. That's how I simply am
Should everyone ignore me or judge me?
For what I can do very little about?
Sometimes it makes me wish i didn't have these defenses: That way I would also have enjoyed the friendship of many.
All my lone days, I pine for someone,
Someone who sees more than just a porcupine.
Someone willing to risk hurt so I can smile.
Someone to accept me for who I am.
