No offence. What does that even mean?
It makes me want to scream.
A fence. Defence. Offence.
We all have walls.
And just as many flaws
A fence. Offence. Defence.
But only when I’m tense
And may need a new lens.
A fence. Defence. Offence.
Why do we need to defend?
We won’t bend,
We won’t break
There’s that fence again.
It’s a cycle. It’s insane.
Maybe it’s the daddy issues
Maybe it’s the new shoes.
Maybe it’s a complex
Maybe it’s too complex.
A fence. Defence. Offence.
What’s with the white picket fence?
Is it all a pretence?
A fence. Defence. Offence.
Dig deeper.
Dig to the root of that fence.
Take the whole thing down.
It’s okay.
It will all make sense.
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