Two sides of me locked apart, looking for a key.

Looking to the past I see how its making me out to be the best possible me I could hope to be, but in the same regard I see what its done to my heart... a warm and open source turned into a safeguarded piece of art.... the beautiful side of me is shaded by doubt and discomfort... maybe someday ill meet the keyholder who can open the way between these two sides, when I find the one ill feel complete as I look into her eyes.