Closed off

Titanium armor over a soft heart.
A wall of brick in front of the armor.
Stoic face, glassy stare, and a slouched posture.
Always alone, forever quiet.
Isolated and alone.
Phone notifications empty.
Brain always full.
Only has acquaintances, never a friend.
Not shy, no, just quiet and secluded.
As soon as someone tries to break the barriers they're shoved away.
Because never again, or at least not today.
Will they be hurt by letting someone know too much.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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