Enterprise — Summary

My eyes may look Dead But all is not as you see If you could glance into my head Find out about me

I act emotion-less But it is simply self-defense For the inner Walls of my Mind are closest To a thick, barbed-wire fence

I will push you Away Time after time I want you to stay But that'd be a crime

I write these Poems To get them out of my head Who? My Demons The ones who want me Dead

These thoughts must be dangerous Life-threatening, I'm sure But I can't simply stop Them They'd demand Death, or more

Don't fear for me, Reader Though you're taken by surprise For I am Their Leader I run the Enterprise

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The speaker describes looking blank and distant on the outside while a lot is going on within. They say the emotionless act is self-defense, and they picture their mind as a wall of thick barbed wire. That image shows how protection and isolation come together: the wire keeps others out, but it also keeps the speaker in. They admit to pushing people away even though they want them to stay, and the poem suggests that letting anyone close feels risky, almost like "a crime."

Writing is the speaker's way of getting troubling thoughts out of their head. These thoughts are called "Demons," and they seem to want the speaker dead. The mood is guarded and heavy, with a dark undercurrent. The ending shifts the tone, though. Telling the reader not to worry, the speaker claims to be the Demons' "Leader" who runs the "Enterprise." That line reads as an attempt to take back control, offering a note of defiance and strength after all the fear.

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