When answering a simply question Becomes a war in your mind. But what if the answer I give isn't the answer I meant. Like a back and forth game Of pass where no one wants The ball to land on them.
How do you let go, Of the control when, Everything in you screams for you to Hold on tighter to the Answers to the questions No one's asked you.
How do you let another human Into the world you've built So masterfully with all the rules You've held so tightly too? When your mind says, They will only hurt you, Take from you what you've built. A wall so high fortified by tears.
However this little voice, So much smaller then the others. Blows through like the wind. But what if, The wall you've built, The control you've mastered. Keeps you inside, With the monster you created.
The fortress you've built Is only a dungeon covered, In tissue paper flowers. Artfully covering, The bars on the windows and The locks on the doors.