A blank face
like a blind mirror
doors all locked shut.
A bare wall built around
pain and torment, leaving
for a careless word.
An impenetrable smile
just a polite retort
nothing given away
calm at the top of my tower.
Crouching amongst prickly briar,
covered in nettles to allow myself
Until the next time,
when I leave a chink in my armour
glittering with fairy dust
filled to the brim with butterflies
red passion ruling stark reason
and someone gets in
leaving with a chip on his shoulder
leaving the place in a mess
leaving me to pick up the pieces