The Wounds Need Not Be Fatal

In youth, I wore my heart on my sleeve
I gave out secrets to those who pleased me
In my middle age, I dug a moat and built a wall
I hid myself away, and the circle grew small

Young and unaware that what is presented is not always what is
Learning came with aging and seeing past all the glitz

In my later life, it seems to me that a change is needed
An abandonment of the fortress and the castle to be deeded
To the bewildered, fresh from battle scars wrought in beytral
Until they heal and realize the wounds need not be fatal