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So i was bored and i related this to me, its My little version of the Rifle's creed.
Analyze thingy is below it.

This is my Wall. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My wall is my protection. It is my shield. I must stay behind it, Or lose my mind.

My Wall, without me, there is no protection. Without my Wall, I am Finished, I must repair my wall. I must become strong than my enemy. I must prepare or they will beat me. I will...

My wall and I know that what counts in this life is not the fight but the dream, the endless struggle nor the pain we may endure. We know that it is us we face. We will survive...

My wall is me, because it is my wall. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn my weaknesses, its strength, it will, its mind and its body. I will forever guard it against the ravages of the enemy and damage as I will ever guard my dreams, my memories, and my heart against myself. I will keep my wall standing tall and strong. We will survive. We will…

Before God, I swear this confession? My wall and I are the defenders of me. We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the me of my life.

So be it, until I find peace.


The Wall Is me - My Mind
In order to find peace you need to make peace with yourself in some monk like way. The Weaknesses is what can take me down, like words or stuff.
The enemy is myself.
So i related this is because i can explain what i feel in a metaphorhic way. seems so much simple that way.

I might have mention this before but i befriended this dude, who fell over to madness. When ever i was around him the madness inside me that i kind of supressed over the years came back. Eventually cracking my wall. Then next the whole bs with my Ex, i understand that i broke up with her, but the pain she caused me still lingered. My wall came crashing down. Now i'm vulnerable. Soon like my Former Friend eventaully i'll become Crazy, *Again
Nothing right now is helping, Cause of the crazyness it's infecting my mind. Thus i'm starting to doubt who really are my friends.