My mask and walls
I made my first mask when I was young.
I didn't realize how dark the world was around me until I was being torn apart by words.
Every day a new scar...
My tiny delicate heart pierced mercilessly.
I was afraid of everyone and everything.
So one day I decided to create a mask
The mask made me stronger.
It made me emotionless but I still was scarred.
So I built walls around my heart.
With my armor I felt safer.
But it meant having to be alone.
I have always distant myself from people I thought could hurt me.
There are only a hand full of people I let near me
Some of the people hurt me more then the ones in the past...
But the others that stayed...
They tore through my walls and tore off my mask.
They showed me that they cared.
They told me "Its OK to free myself from this barrier I put around me."
I opened myself a little more n