their is a rage on the inside of me, that bring fire to my cooled flesh and i can feel goose bumps formimg all over my body. My tears burn a trail on my cheeks for more tears to fall down. My eyes sigh with releif from what once blurred my visoin. For someone who has to convince them self that they are stong sometimes cries when no ones looking. For someone who knows they are not stong or at lest believes they're not;has to build up a layer of defense where only love can get through by completely knocking it down. Staring at my refelection my heart is torn out of my chest and shattered into a million pieces. How can i be so defenseless to my only enemy? when it wears no dingues, talks the same smooth talk, and walks the same walk. When i stare at my reflection the tears drying on my face, my eyes tryng to release its last cycle of tears. I see that wall of my knocked down and broken. I wipe my tears away and look back at myt reflection one last time, and their it is; my wall is back again. Strong as ever ready to face the world again now that my little session is over.