Sometimes the thoughts I have inside chase round and round my head. Seeking to find the way out. It's such a struggle to find the right words. Even when I do find them, I cannot find my voice to tell you what I'm feeling.

Ever since I was small I have built this wall. When a crack appears, I am quick to build it up again before anyone can get inside. It was my armor, my protection.

Sometimes, more often than not, these walls get in the way. It controls what I say. It won't let me tell you what I need so desperately to get out.

I know that you are a friend I can say anything to you And you'll help my through this turmoil. But knowing this still isn't enough to break through the barrier.

I don't think I've ever had a true friend, a best friend who I could tell all my secrets to. Even the worst ones. The ones that are too hard to talk about.

Its not that I don't want to let you in. I do. But sometimes I can't.