No way in the world will I lower my defences,
Even at the cost of terrible consequences.
If it is fear I cannot tell,
But against being exposed I'll always rebel.
The thought of people knowing me well,
Increases my need to hide in my shell.
People have betrayed me and laughed at my face,
And that part of my life I would like to erase.
Some I intimidate and some I annoy,
When I just don't want to be treated like a disposable toy.
Sadly, plenty of people relate to that feeling,
But I like to imagine this is all a part of our healing.