Do you like these walls I have built?
They are so many, so vast and so strong.
I promise they will protect me from you.
And I will never open my gates to you.
Because really, I have a secret to tell you.
There are no gates, nothing to open up.
This is my mind, this is a world of its own.
I rest my weary head against my walls.
I cry too, because I lend my walls to others.
They too cry like a baby.
I am a tired girl.
Tired of listening to sob stories.
There are too many out there.
But no one will listen to my own.
This is why my walls have grown stronger.
So I will not let you hurt me again.