I've built walls.
A facade of strength.
To keep others out,
and my emotions locked in.
But then the doors close,
the walls fall,
and I allow myself to cry.
Because in a world as screwed up as this,
at least I know who I am.
And who I am is a girl broken beyond repair,
terrified of the world around her,
reading to escape her sorrows.
I built walls to keep others out,
but maybe it's done more to lock me in.