I Am a Fortress Now

I Am A Fortress Now I am covered in a pretty skin, not letting anyone else hurt me, cowering, but acting big and bold, like I think I am all that, to push you away, so you cannot do any more damage. I am wearing my tinsel, and my gold, to conceal the parts that have been injured and killed by those who like to hurt feelings, and especially go after the sensitive ones who cry. My wall is brick, and my mortar is firm; you cannot get me, because I have split into many selves, and they are all standing guard at the gate, ready to clobber you before you can chip even one slice away from our fortress. We are mighty, not always in touch with each other, but most having my back. The back you will never see, as I do not trust you enough to turn while you are there. You are ignorance, unkindness, racism, meanness, and sexism. You successfully kept me in the dungeon, captive, helpless once upon a time, but I am a fortress now; a we, not a mere me. Take your best shot, but know that there are tiny missiles pointed in your direction, and they will no longer take it in a pretty way. You will be the one slaughtered and crucified. No one will come to resurrect you, because you have hurt too many.