Testo Composured Veneer

I have an allergy
To vulnerability
Fight, flight, freeze, at peace
The choice is clear to me

If I willed myself to spill
You'd be sifting through landfills
Waiting to be mine Excavate the debris
Weaving liminality
Through the needle's eye

Then my walls appear
The final frontier
Composured veneer
'Cause my walls look like mirrors

Deflection for connection
Don't think I could let you in
Even if I tried
Memories carefully contained
In the fabric of my brain
Waiting to be mine