what is a forcefield if not a prison , what is a prison if not security

A Poem by peac

i cleanse and cleanse and cleanse and bend and stretch myself to jump through the hoops of my own creation, the ringmaster of my own demise. i want to be good because i cannot bear the thought of my soul being hideous,,, wrote oscar wilde. people who look to judge and speak to inflict have made me strong and secure and unbearably weak. i have grown jaded and scaly and stiff and my armor has rusted to the point where i can no longer take,it,off. i am secure within myself, renounced from reality. i am sorry i never came to you vulnerable and undone, never pure of heart.

i am sorry, perhaps, that i could never let you make me come undone .

i know you as much as i always wanted to, never expecting to.

yet, you may /now/ never know me and for that i am truly sorry .

iloveyou , goodbye <3