Brick by brick
Stacking them together
Connecting the dots
I will continue to build walls
Though it maybe lonely
But at least I'm safe
In my comfort zone
I can be myself
inside this bubble
I can do what I want
Because they can't see inside
Though its dark
But this space embraces me
I don't need to cover my eyes or ears
No more scars
No more bleeding
This shield protects me
From their knife like words and piercing gazes
When im inside this circle
I feel warm and happy
Unaffected by the war going on outside
But I wont step out there
My broken self is tired of getting broken again
Whats the point of killing a dead person?
All those emotions outside the wall
Are overwhelming
I cant breath out there
Its suffocating
Across the line
Its a scary world
I wont be able to survive
Getting shaken up by a mere act
How am I going to fight against the enemies?
Weaponless, Im useless
Against the army that awaits me
That is why
Brick by brick
Stacking them together
Connecting the dots
I will continue to build walls
Though it maybe lonely
But at least I'm safe
————-Melody_Alyward
Just like this girl, there are often people like that who build up walls to protect themselves. They feel safe in their comfort bubble and becomes shaken when it's broken. Is it a good thing or a bad thing? What's your thoughts on this? I would love to know so do comment ❤️👇🏻
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