Pain & Introversion

there was a time i told you, of all that ached inside; the things i held so sacred, to all of the world i’d hide. but they became your weapons, & slowly i have learnt, the less that is said the better, the less i’ll be hurt. of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words. there are things i’ll never tell you, & it is so sad to think it so; the more you come to know me- the lesser you will know.