A feeling so beautiful and toxic,
a feeling that might kill me
unless I kill it first to be free.
As much as I want to be vulnerable,
I can’t because that is not what you
expect of me. I’m surrounded by walls
and you know it too. But instead of breaking
them down, you keep on painting them.
Painting them all bright and blue,
decorating them with anything that goes with your mood.
I know you think behind these walls
lies a scary beast with sharp, dirty claws.
But behind these walls
lies a man and his flaws.