Trapped in thick walls.

Head, shoulders, knees, toes.
There are things about me you don't quite know.
Like everyday I hide from you.
I'm always running from the truth.
The truth is it scares me.
And I'll never just let it be.
I lock myself inside these walls,
to protect myself from the fall.
The fall I know I'm going to take-
I'll fall so hard, I might not wake.
I'm afraid of myself and who I've become.
This is all happening so fast, what have I done?
Maybe I am in the wrong.
And I never admitted it all along.
I'm sorry who I am hurts you.
I love you, won't you love me too?