There are few who truly know you,

who truly understand.

For others just see the veil that everyone else has draped upon you.

They only see the fabrication of something that is a nightmare to others.

Pitbulls are vicious they say,

they can turn on you any day.

They say you are a killer, some sort of beast.

But they know very little about you,

your personality at the least.

But here I sit, face-to-face with you.

As I gaze into your eyes I see love, 

a great soul possibly-

or the heart that grows to be?

This face that many fear, is the one I draw so near.