So many brick walls, they never seem to end.

For my protection, but people take them as threats
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I don't want to be found, yet people search for me anyways.

I tell them what they want to hear, but that isn't good enough.

They try to pry and get in my head, but I don't want them their.

I want them to leave me alone.

I get angry and when people push me.

I tend to push twice as hard, but I end up hurting myself only.

All I want them to do is leave me alone.

My secret is a secret because it hurts so much.

It will die with me and only me when i'm 85.

So leave me alone before I push you over.