Standing in the middle, all around are walls, all around is a fortress, your fortress-self. Nobody is allowed to come closer, the other is the enemy for trying to eat you, for trying to have you or help you or for trying to be there, it all equals to people are the enemy for they want something from you. Never thought that the other is the friend, that he wants to give as well as take, not in a war-hostage situation, more in a-give-me-a-hug,-I'll-you-the-reasons way. Never thought of it and that's why the only method is to shoot away. The moment you see a person coming, you kick him really hard. If he insists, you find the best reasons to make him disappear, to make you invisible. After all they don't listen to the proper music, they don't have the proper hair, they don't have the proper clothes, they are not the proper people-like-you race.
And people keep coming or not, and then here comes this one, who by a strange command or just by his own hand makes it a step closer. He has all the boxes unchecked in the proper list and in the beginning you laugh at his guts. In the evenings you sleep and he walks away but before dawn he is again one step closer to getting closer to you. You close your eyes, shake your head upside down and he is not there, open them again and you can almost feel his breath now. You kick and you scream, he plays deaf. You shoot and you throw fire and he doesn't care. You hurt him and give him pain and he simply throws his shoe away. What is that? Who is he? "Disarm. Disarm.." You ask him in surprise and that's all you hear when he answers to you.

When defences become fences and fake up is just your make up, we might find magic in the most worn out places, we might find peace in a mines field, just about anywhere we wouldn't be prepared that it would hit us.

Gave him a chance to give me a chance.