It's been a battle
you got hurt
and went unhealed for so long

sometimes it was a "friendly fire"
and sometimes you ended up losing a part of you in this war
they called it collateral damage
they called it
life


You might be wounded inside
I can't tell
because you've forged such a thick skin
an armor
that shields you against
all the judgements
sympathies
involvements
and the diggings
the diggings
that often turn into a scene
in which you throw up the passion you had for "focusing on the future"


i love that armor though
it isn't just a makeup
it's an identity
and rightfully it's not see-through
so, it's safe inside
I get it
I do

I wear mine every morning
or night
or day
I don't know
whenever I am up
I mean, down