Hiding them within us, not letting no one see our hidden scars, our healing wounds. Our pasts haunts us like our nightmares wanting us to show our fear.
I'm one of those people who conceal themselves from being hurt. Pushing others away before they taint my mind with their love. I'm not normal. If I was I would never be in this vulnerable state. My room has seen my tears, my hurt, my true heart. I'm a soldier, unafraid of anything.
Ready to shoot you as you come closer to my barrier. I don't want to get hurt like before. I don't want to let someone else in and get my scars and wounds reopened. I want to be sane again. I want to smile without forcing myself to do it. Let me wither in my own misery...