Barriers

Borders, Barriers I keep them high
No one can come in, from below or sky.
I keep myself protected, I can't be hurt
Never sleeping, always alert.

Crouching, not wanting to walk too tall
I make myself shorter, rather small.
Lower I go, until I touch the ground
Burying myself, within a soft mound.

I find it easier, to be this way.
But others think it's wrong, that I should be okay.
I guess when I got hurt, the first time was bad
I couldn't do it again, go through being sad.


I didn't want to feel it, like it was before
I know what it's like, to not want it anymore.
What am I saying? I have not clue
I have not been able, to start anew.

My smiles seem hallow, I was told yesterday
I tried to look genuine, so they wouldn't know what to say.
My protection, the barriers I keep high
Is also the reason, I cannot fly.