Sherlock is not mine. I don't own it. No profit of mine :). I thought I would write a slightly happy one. I don't usually do this. Angst is so much easier to write but, Eh, I thought I would try. *shrugs* I like to leave it up to the reader to decide if it's Johnlock or not. I will not force my views on someone else. And btw, I suck at summaries. :p
You fought for so long,
In a war paved with isolation.
You hold your head high and appear so strong,
But I see the wary hesitation.
Your eyes are so cold and your words bite,
But do they see the sadness there?
I can tell you've not been treated right,
Because no one had thought you'd care.
They say you're made of steel.
A man without a heart.
A machine who couldn't feel,
So why does it tear you apart?
You care and it's eating you away;
But it's easier to bury the things you feel.
It's better to keep disappointment at bay,
Than to nurse your wounds to heal.
So you let them believe the lie.
Never to show what you've been through.
They may scorn and pass you by,
But I believe in you.