what have I done to myself when I built my walls?
One for the demon,
the form of a hut,
to keep us all safe.
One round my heart
to protect it from damage,
the stupid soft thing.
Sometimes I wonder...
have I always been like this?
When the demon is out
I feel anger and passion,
rage and all that.
But when I am myself
I can only reflect
what others express.
Sometimes I wonder...
am I only a mirror with no feelings at all?
I rarely feel empty,
when I am by myself
I don't miss a thing.
But when there are others
I am only an actor,
acting like I feel the same.
Sometimes I wonder...
do I have feelings at all?














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