INFP

Wounded at the core
I see you there
I see you looking at me
And it makes me wonder
Why am I ashamed?
The looks I get are so undressing
I can't believe you're looking at me

Idealism
Forcing me to move forward
I know you hear me speaking to you
I know you realize that I'm
Breaking down in front of a crowded room
Screaming as the tears pour out
All I wanted was someone to save me
Yet that seems so unlikely