My mind and heart are so guarded it feels like a sin to let others in.
The moment I took my first steps, and immediately fell, walls came up
With each and every fall, more and more walls come up
Serving as a form of protection
Protection from the pain others can bring
Protection from the pain I can bring upon myself
It’s second nature by now
I think of my mind as a paradise,
A paradise so hidden and treasured that no one can get to it
What if it's truly a dystopian abyss?
That would explain why I am so alone in this world.
My mind allows me to see out, but one can see in
A one-way mirror.
The glass prevents me from making contact with the outside world
With everyone else.
No one can see my agony
No one can hear my shrieks for rescue
No one can taste the metallic taste of my blood that has been drawn, dripping everywhere
No one can feel the vibrations from my fist hitting against the glass as I try to escape
No one can smell the scent of death that ecompases my heart and soul
No one can do anything.
No one ever can
Not even me.
Would you rather be inside, with me, or outside, oblivious to what I go through?
To know, and to experience my agony, or to live in a blissful ignorance?
To live a life of horrific knowledge or to live a life of peaceful illiteracy?
Someone with any bit of common sense would run, flee, even catapult themselves away from me
Away from the dungeon that I call my mind
My home, built from one way mirrors