Composured Veneer

I have an allergy

To vulnerability

Fight, flight, freeze, at peace

The choice is clear to me

If I willed myself to spill

You'd be sifting through landfills

Waiting to be mine

Excavate the debris

Weaving liminality

Through the needle's eye

Then my walls appear

The final frontier

Composured veneer

'Cause my walls look like mirrors

Deflection for connection

Don't think I could let you in

Even if I tried

Memories carefully contained

In the fabric of my brain

Waiting to be mine