Sunday, December 20, 2015

The Wall

I'm scared of letting people know things about me
Having information
Then leaving my life with it

So there's a wall
to stop that

Someone told me my wall has been twisted into my apparent meanness or the sarcasm I dabble in
Maybe they're right

Letting someone in is always deadly

So there's a wall
to stop that

They walk away knowing why you are the way you are and the bullshit you went through and the victories
you've attained and it's just a story to them

You're a closed book

Later Days, Longer Nights

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