I build walls because it's easy. Curling
inside myself and blocking everyone out is
like second nature to me. I always do this.
No matter who comes into my life, I
never really let them in. Nobody knows what
goes on in my head and whose fault is that?
Maybe I watched too many Disney movies as a kid,
Cinderella and all that fancy sh.t, but
somehow it's gotten into my head that someone
will come along and give me my happy ending.
Someone will save me not from evil step-sisters
but from myself. Someone will make this whole
thing worth it. Someone will come along and
I will finally open up, not like a flooding
dam, broken and gushing, but like a child
learning to read for the first time, whole new
worlds opening up before our very eyes, like
we were dead this whole time but have finally
come out of naked truths and newborn
How could I, a simple human being, grow up
expecting this to happen to me?
Human beings aren't entitled to happy endings.
The nice thing about walls is that they keep
out hope just as well as people.