Castle On the Hill

am I my own castle on the hill? here in my loneliness.... away from reality...my issues... your issues some call it aloofness that my life is empty superficial...... my foundations,  made with my own sweat and tears  bricks hewn from my heart  moat filled  with my blood  spilled by my own hand.  "is my life style pretentious"....is ... my castle built on firm ground ....no a princess far removed from normality awaits the crunch of boots on the stone below only the devil holds out a hand with a welcome my eyes are too biased to see the light of hope what is your castle on the hill is it your thoughts, ones you have hidden away or ones wandering your mind whilst you.... await, that kiss from a frog.