Dark, gloomy, sad and lonely.
That's how those people describe the world I live in.
happy, wonderful, Carefree and safe.
That is how I view this little haven of mine.
Outside the walls that I built are horrible, lying, judgemental, traitors.
Inside is a fragile and broken vase.
I must admit that not all people are bad.
But I won't take the risk.
I wonder what will happen if someone breaks those walls.
Will I break or will I be fixed by the one who breaks those walls?
hhhhmmmm... I wonder.
