I build up walls around myself to make me look tough,
I act like nothing bothers me, as if I have no feelings,
I reinforce these walls with imitated carelessness,
To show nothing can bother me,
However that’s a lie.
Behind those reinforced walls,
Is a vulnerable young boy,
One who wants to cry when things get tough,
Who wants to give up when everything is just going wrong,
Who stays up late due to a mind full of problems,
But you can’t tell anyone, promise?
It’ll be our little secret..
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Reyas (Pseudonym) (
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I suppose the thing is, if we're like an oyster for example. All safe inside its shell, but difficult to get out of it! The more so, the longer we are in the shell.
Not that we have to tell or show everyone absolutely everything about ourselves.
You'll make it surely, if you just be yourself - and I shall be myself, I hope!
Kind words as always, very much appreciated.
There's a core within us all which is or was the timid young boy/girl of once upon a time.
Certain situations brought that timid one to the front of my personality so i learned to avoid them. I learned a strategy to deal with being near them. Eventually the wherewithal to confront head on became a part of me.
I guess it's just a part of growing.
Nicely written piece.
Some valuable advice. Thank you for reading.
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