Don’t tell me

Don't tell me,
about the thickness of my skin.
Don't tell me that I have
a layer too many.

What did you think,
that I could take a bullet
and not bleed?

Don't tell me who you are.
I know, I feel
and I am not blind
sometimes, I choose what to see.
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Sometimes people think that we can take more than one bullet....just because we are not showing our feelings. We might look as rocks, but we have a heart. It was a plesure to read and feel your poetry. Hugs and kisses.