Layering

This wardrobe starts on the inside
And strays to the outside.
The layer of humour, if you are laughing you cannot ask
The layer of brashness, if I am loud you cannot be heard
The layer of fun, if I put you on my roller coaster you cannot get off
The layer of sexual allure, if I confuse your body you will not notice
The layer of dependency, if I cannot cope alone you will rescue me
The layer of agression, if you are frightened you will leave it alone
The layer of devotion, if I am needed you will keep me sweet.
Last come the layers you see, the deception is complete
An imprenetrable wall, years in the making.
When the layers are gone will there be anything left?