Thick-skinned I am. Such a layer, that I can't feel anything anymore.
I could lay my hand down on a burning hot-plate, my skin will be significantly marked, whereas my body won't feel anything at all.
I can walk through the events, without even being affected by any sensation.
My skin is so rough, so tough that I prevent anyone from touching it.
That backing paper turns me into that kind of person that you don't even notice.
My bubble has got smaller. I'm suffocating, despite that I still don't feel the pain.
Because I have decided so. Because that's the way it is.
I'm thick-skinned, and I won't let you touch me (in any sense of that term) anymore, because you let the last, deep, and painfull scar you can see on this fake but strong shell I've found back.
"Don't let your heart rule your head,
Don't let your world be torn apart,
Just don't let your emotions run free.
That's the way it should be."
