She built a wall.
She wouldn’t let anyone knock them down, not at all.
She thought this would sheild her
From all the harm that was to occur.
She thought this was protection
Not letting anyone give her affection.
She thought this would save her from heart ache
But no one gave her a break.
She lived by the saying that went something like this
‘The best way to not get your heart broken is to pretend like you don’t have one.’
So she lived her life acting like she didn’t have a heart,
In most cases, she convinced herself that this indeed worked. Thinking she played it smart.
She pretended that she didn’t have feelings,
Convinced that this would stop the bleeding.
Then one day, she started to take her religion seriously,
The religion of peace which people wonder about so curiously.
She realised that to be in this completely,
She would have to have a heart that was soft and gentle, not so discreetly.
Now she needed to be careful, and speak kindly to people,
Regardless of her frustration, she had to keep it peaceful.
Her heart was ice cold
At least that’s she told.
She believed that putting on that persona meant no more pain
And that pretending to be heartless would keep her sane.
At this point, she had been through so much already,
She just wanted her life to be steady.
So please stop asking her to let her guard down,
Cause that’s what made her breakdown.
She will be sure to keep those walls up
Until she feels that she can trust you enough.