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Social Anxiety

You tried to get in. But you cant. You tried. But there’s a wall between us. A brick wall inside of me. A wall built by a demon. A wall built to keep me in. You tried to breakthrough, but you cant. You tried to breakthrough, but your words are tiny stones. Stones against the wall. The wall the demon built. Built to isolate me. To keep me cold. You kept throwing the stones. And the stone kept bouncing off. They kept bouncing off! And the demon laughed. you threw the stones, and he just laughed! YOU COULD'NT SEE HIM, BUT HE LAUGHED. YOU COULD'NT SEE HIM, BUT HE LAUGHED! but i heard you. i did. i heard you. i heard you! the stones against the wall. I HEARD YOU! i heard you, and it made me feel warm. i pressed my ear against the wall. Hearing the thuds of each stone. Click, click, click. But it didn't matter. It never matters. The wall's too thick. i wanted to respond. But the wall's too high. IT'S TOO HIGH! You asked. i didn't even know you. But you asked. You asked why? Why i shut people out. Why i don't talk. Why i don't want to make bonds. i wanted to tell you. to tell you about this wall. About my demon. i heard you! i DID! It is what it is, i said. and that's all. to each question. THAT"S ALL! then you turned away. And suddenly, the sound of the stones began to fade away. And the demon laughed. And the cold returned. And i welcomed it. For this is my prison.

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