walls?

The invisible being: a wall.

A form not many understand or see.

Yet it's there.

Swallowing every bone I own.

I hear words in forms of riddles.

She says, oh so easily, you have walls.

I deny this existence. Of course.

You have walls, men don't know how to come through.

You'd think I'd know if I'd have my own walls.

Then the moment comes.

I freak, I stress, say I don't know what to do.

You have a wall. She says.

A wall keeping men at a distance.

Apparently, never to come near.

how is this possible. To have a wall, not desired.

But I have come to see.

I do have this wall.

I cling up and turn away.

Effortlessly, I blame my reaction on protecting the other.

Saying, I care more for them than myself.

All the while, I have a wall keeping them an arm-lenths away.