I've rebuilt walls so high that the conversation scares me why would he desire me after years of not speaking every opened message is a bomb detonating destroying the walls of my brand new building
--The line torturing its always held me back staring, mocking, my resolve it nips my foot a friendly reminder; it tells me theirs nothing on the other side yet, something scratches my throat to voice what everyone hated me for Was it an opinion?--
Am I now? Am I god? Is that why they are scared? I have not threatened anyone I have not killed anyone (though I would mentally) I have not hurt anyone (I hope) So why will I scare them with something that they will eventually learn about? Maybe it is my face. It is expressionless.