Just For Me

I am not a whole person 
At least not to anyone but me 
They all know me in part 
Some of this 
A little of that 
But always incomplete 
The walls of my city are strong 
And sky high 
And I’m not sure I could break them down if I tried 
I can’t quite pinpoint when they were erected 
But I can hardly remember a time when they weren’t protecting me 
Protecting me? 
That’s their purpose, right? 
Keeping harm at bay? 
I think that’s right 
But does this mean that I’m harmful too?
I’m the one trapped inside, as everyone else seems to roam free 
The walls keep me in just as much as they keep others out 

Maybe it’s the others who need protecting