11.5.09

The Border Line

Insecurity. Betrayal.

A veil in front of my eyes.

I take two steps back,

maybe a third or fourth.


Deceives. Lies.

I pile up on my armour.

A never ending process,

Hence i build my wall in front of me.


Denial. Trauma.

The invisible boundary present.

Creating my personal radius,

I keep myself back and shut.