The ones that I love can no longer reach out and connect
I have halted them, they cannot breach the wall that protects
I use it to keep vulnerability in check, so that harm is not direct
It thus can reflect, to another area where I can lessen effect
But what is correct, when I feel that emotionally I am a wreck
I expect to be released from the beck and call of those I respect
The price I pay to be closed off, is made as a defense strategy
For all the stress that arose often, battering my tense anatomy
With my knapsack packed, I am continually a threat to flee
A sacrifice, as the rest of my comrades cannot attach to me
They still try to match the strength of my mental barricade
And to defy the wall's length, to release me from this state
But eventually comply and relent, knowing they are too late
Believing that I will die content, and they want to relate
As a separated introvert is how I am accurately portrayed
But I am comfortable not being hurt, it's always been this way
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