Growing to Love

I am an old soul, but young at heart. I'm wise, but my wisdom comes from pain, grief, and mistakes I have made.
I have, no doubt, broken the hearts to those who I could have shown more mercy, but I've wounded my own heart too and sometimes I've wondered if it was even beyond repair.
I'm constantly working on myself but I'm a far cry from perfect. I am soft yet strong.
 I may not have many on my side but for those I do, I carry the things they told me in confidence, to my grave.
I still hide the parts of me that I'm growing to love, but I'm growing to love more parts of me that I've always tried to hide.