Is it you or is it me?

Everyone is made of wax.
A slight amount of heat is enough to set a person melting.
Else give them a good pelting,
throwing stone after stone at their heads.
They will only get stuck there.

Why does everyone keep their fears inside?
I think it’s because they fear what’s outside.
Not judging, just making observations.

Molded in their heads; the thoughts never freed.

It just so happens right now,
that offenses dropped, guards let way down,
an opening has occurred.
Shall we fly, quick, in the bird?
Pondering over the injustice,
gently considering death?