To some of us, walls are like a secret hideout, a treehouse or a favorite spot.  We used to go there a lot when we were kids, but now we’ve grown out of it, we don’t go there very often anymore.  We go there to retreat when we’ve been hurt or we’re sad, frustrated, and have no way to express it, but then when we’ve recovered we come back out to the real world.

to some of us, walls are like a favorite sweatshirt.  We don’t have to wear it all the time, but all our friends know what it looks like; we wear it when we want to be comfortable.  These walls are a part of our identity, our image, but we usually don’t feel lost without them, unless its been a rough day.

to some of us, walls are like skin.  like part of our bodies, our selves, that we don’t know how to do without.  Without our walls, we feel like we lose our identity.  Our friends might not even know the walls are there, because they’ve been so ingrained in our identity that no one has seen us without them.  Even we often don’t realize they are there, because we see them not as “they” but “I.”