baka-moe

To listening ears, these honest words have yet to touch. Those remain bewitched by my facade to assure my well-being. A automatic defense mechanism to prevent further prying into my insecurities; This protects myself from the further worrying from others. They turn their heads once they see all is well. Ironically, the childish decision I so call smart makes everything worse. I isolate the help to make myself feel alone just to help convince my own theory that no one is there for me; even if it was all a self inflicted delusion. This voice in the back of my head continues to talk while converting this doubt into false motivation and the will