Why are you this way?
Why won't you let me in?
Why is your boundary so high?
The people will say.

Why are you so guarded?
So preserved in a way that threatens people,
Why are you choosey
Why? Why? Why?

You get used to it!
The lie, the hurt, the betrayal,
The people closer to you abandoning you and not coming back
You get used to it.

The people rolling their eyes
when you talk about things that hurt you
The grief, the pain
You get used it.

And thats when they'll start asking you,
All sorts of questions, The 'Whys'
They get surprised, when you just say, Life
Life made me this way
And there's no going back
You get used to it.