I put the walls there for a reason,
But you waltzed through with no concern For the trap doors and trick questions, Meant to discourage.
Now they're fading, fast.
I'm getting nervous.
What if I'm not what you thought
Under all the layers,
You painstakingly flogged away.
What if I wasn't what you expected?
What you hoped for?
I'm nervous Sir.
I'm getting self conscious.
What if your next question,
Is the one that makes you run?
Tell me Sir?
Then what?
I'm alone.
Open.
Dead.