Exhausted and tired, my mind begins to wander.
Old memories brought to the front of my mind.
They were all but forgotten, as they should be,
now once again as real to me as when they first occurred.
Why do they taunt me so, these thoughts of mine.
Always watchful and guarded am I, no one gets in.
Not even the closest of friends know everything about me.
And with my paranoia, I’m destined to be alone.
Letting anyone in is not an option.
Hurt enough, there’s no need to risk any more.
All my scars out in the open for everyone to see,
they’ll never understand the real me, in all my misery.
Will I ever learn to trust again?
Only the future will answer this question.
The only way to find the answer that lies ahead,
is to walk the path, like everyone else.