vulnerable

the scariest part of being known
is being vulnerable.

the vulernability of being known
is that the armour would no longer
wear itself around me
like valorous fighters would experience.

random acts of stripping
of these threads
strangely, enough
does the opposite
and builds up a new layer
of indifference to being known

what is scarier?

to be vulnerable
or to be a mystique
who goes through life
without others’ knowledge
of the true self?