Confused

Is it really that hard for you to see, The tears and pain with holding me. Beating away is a heart that is torn, Swollen and scarred still one that's adorn. Confusion of reality between the fake or the real, Impression's I understand but the truth I conceal. You will never understand me as the me that I am, Only because trying would be a bad traffic jam. Opening up is much harder than before, I felt what it feels like to be broken and sore. I've built these block's which hold my wall, This wall I built is extremely tall. I built it out of my every flaw, And it'll take that right person to break down this wall. Until till then this wall will still remain, trapped between reality and fantasy grasping my chain. Locked away is my inner emotional side, It'll take an army to find what I hide. Secretes upon unspoken memories withheld, A life of confusion between all that's shelled.