Walls
I built my walls so high that no one could get in.
I thought keeping everyone at a distance was the only way to keep myself from getting hurt.
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But when did the walls I built to protect myself become my own prison and someone else’s hell?
I never thought that keeping people away would eventually make me feel trapped, too. I became so used to shutting people out that even when someone genuinely wanted to stay, I couldn’t bring myself to let them in.
Sometimes, I wonder if I’m being unfair to the people who are only trying to understand me. They keep knocking, hoping I’ll open the door, while I keep finding reasons to leave it closed.
Am I protecting myself from getting hurt, or am I making others feel the same way I once did?
