From the moment we began our story, I’ve put two blinders on the sides of my face.
Ink black screens that blind me from the ugly, ugly reality.
Sky high walls that block the waves and waves of jealousy.
Acre-wide barricades that stop the onslaught of scary, scary fears.
But even with blinders and screens and walls and barricades,
My head turns to face the nightmares.
I close my eyes but can’t unsee the painful, painful images.