I have a shield
It's not a boy or man
It's not that friend protecting me
It's not the tears I hide behind
Or the voices I revel in
It's not the sun-kissed mornings
Or those dark silent nights
Or the walls I've built around me
It's not in the way I speak
Or the way I walk
Or the brain that demands me to think
It's not my body, flesh and bone
It is not my soul, or the essence I live in
What do you know of my shield?
Where can you find it?
In everything I can find.