:the truth, which is questionable:

To be protected from those we love
so much.
Protection from heartbreak
and sin.
- From the wolf under the bed.

Caged up and boxed away
Suffering for those things
I have yet to suffer.
This pain as great as the joy of being free.

:the setting:

The bars reach up and into the beyond.
The floor is where I stand
and its is cold
I wonder where these bars go to
and what is on the other side of them.

:the observation:

These bars
Go into my mind
tunneling through
a caged labyrinth...
What are you protecting me from?
because it cant be worse than this.

:the understanding:

You didnt explain,
but I understand.
You protect me from
'the outside'
but its not whats in the outside
its how I'm gonna react to it.

Protecting me from myself,
perhaps?
or protecting myself from me?
- protecting the outside from me?
and you shrug and say yes.
Yes yes.

and slam the door.