Soft Boiled Egg

I am a soft boiled egg. There is a thin veneer of hardness that covers me, protecting my soft warm interior. A three minute egg is the way I describe myself. If you hold me without knowing who I am really, you might mistake me for hard boiled; like the brightly colored eggs of Easter hunts that can be dropped, and picked up undamaged save for a few cracks along the surface. 

I look the same as those resilient eggs on the surface, but I am not. If you drop me, I will break in half, spilling the contents and secrets that are contained so delicately inside the thin protective barrier I show you. 

People are often much different that we perceive them to be. Let's all remember to look closer, to be careful and to appreciate the layers contained within us all.