I built armors within my skin.
I grew shields in my eyes.
But at the end of the day, I found myself asking people if they're okay.
I built a box and I spent months inside of it;
not letting anyone to come near me or even hear me sigh.
But in the end, I went outside that box and burned it.
And then I realized I did that not because
I am giving the world the chance to break me into pieces again
but to give the world a chance to pick up
the pieces of myself I cannot even touch.
Truth is, no matter how hard I tried to protect myself,
I need the world to touch me and to help me
because I'm a lonely person and deep inside me,
I know that its okay for people to be around me
no matter how hard I've pushed them away.
I've tried to be hard but at the end of the day,
I'm that kind of person who needs someone to be there for me.