I’m inside this little barricade
Protecting me from all of hate
My image a little distorted
Inside I’m a little contorted

The fragile shield that I put up
Can only hold back so much
Sharp tongues and sharp knives
Could expose what’s  inside
All the insecurities I try to hide
The things over which I have cried

They could come out any second
And those on the outside would see the wreckage
Their claws ready to tear me to shreds
My damaged mind from things they’ve said

Their icy hearts so hard and cold
My shattered bubble no longer holds
What’s the point of all this trouble
When icy hearts will pop your bubble