and yet again, you made me cry.
i wish i could call you a jerk to your face
but i know
i couldnt bring myself to do it.

and when he walked by and gave me a smile and wave
i just died.
i see your face in my head, your smile.

this is bad.
my form of dealing with hurt, maybe.
and im still finding answers
as to why i even wore my heart on my sleeve.
and then you flatter me
try to make me happy, distract me

but cant you see that there's no undoing hurt?
you ask me how you can make up for it
well, i didnt wanna tell you
that i am cloistered,
barricaded 7 times over
when im in that situation and nothing you do can get thru
i have no answers for you.
but a blank wall, my fortress i retreat into

i need constant reminders to protect myself.