Brain-wash, rinse & spit...

Don't know if this is a poem or just
my thoughts running away with my brain.
(or my brain running away with my thoughts? good grief.)
the wall is thick blocks
I'd prefer rocks, but I can't seem to change it.
protecting you from me
is best because it seems there is no good
purpose to knowing me.
it would confuse you and hurt you and
I've done too much of that already, so save yourself
the disappointment and
me the pain.
things won't change, will always be the same.
I have questions but don't
really want the answers.
Whether you know it or not,
neither do you.