Thursday, June 4, 2015

Bulletproof

Sometimes I wish that I were bulletproof
I would feel a little less and not take it to the chest
I could use the sanctuary of an exoskeleton
No merit in announcing my presence, makes no sense
I wish I knew where to draw the line
To what goes outside and what stays within mind
What of the wall that I once built around
Don't let anybody in, let even less of me out
Sometimes I wish I could raise my threshold
Emotion working harder, harder to get to my soul

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