Excuses

It wasn't that i didn't believe in it.

I am still the most hopeless out there.

I dove right into it's universe.

Spending hours watching.

They always got it right.

Pain or hurt would only last shortly.

Because they were never alone.

It feels ironic that i was.

It wasn't because of some past trauma.

No horrible experiences or memories.

Just years of protecting myself.

Layering the wall brick by brick.

No light would penetrate.

It wasn't that i was carrying it around all the time.

It just laid in the faintest corner of my mind.

But everyone was handing out pieces.

While i kept mine buried.

It took too many lonely years to realize.

While i was afraid.

It was getting too late.