When I was young, I learned there was no use for the kindness within me.

Because people will only ever hurt you in the end. 

So I sought to burn it out...

But the flames leave scars. 

So I built walls and towers to hide myself away.

People thought I needed help... 

So they asked I let them in.

At first, I did...

Thinking I could have been wrong about kindess.

I learned again that kindess was a lie.

And people overestimate themselves,

When they saw the scars and fled.

So I destroyed the doors and built the walls still higher. 

Adding more.

Never leaving the innermost part. 

Giving each mountains of defenses. 

When new people came,

And asked to be let in...

I laughed and turned my defenses on them.

Proclaiming with a sneer

"Climb then."

The people went away...

More than I can count.

But a few took it as a challenge,

And sought to conquer my walls.

In panic, I built them higher.

More numerous.

Poured scalding words down.

And tied barbed insults to arrows.

Some were knocked down by my attacks,

Some grew frustrated and gave up,

But a precious few still climb.

Determined to make it over each wall I throw up,

And each defense I make.

Hoping to one day reach the inner chamber...

But for now, they still

Climb.