Are you willing?

It's funny to sit and think,
We've never really met.
Lost amongst the layers,
The characters that play their part,
You will find me,
If you want to.

The real question is not 'who am I?',
But 'are you willing to find out?'
Will you take note when there's fire in my eyes?
Or of the things I shelter myself from?
Will you let me do these things on my own,
That I hold dear within my heart?
And will you be by my side, if I can't take that final step alone?

How deep will you go?
As it gets darker and the scars begin to show,
Will you keep your word and stay?
Or will you turn and go?
So many have touched the surface,
And then stood at the borderline,
Safety, so often the cause.

Everyone wants to know enough,
But no one wants to see it all.
Looking long enough to judge the parts they don't understand,
Or relate to the parts they can,
But never long enough to know who i am.
Lost amongst the layers,
There's a soul, inside this man.