Caught between before and aftershocks

I started to speak, wanted to be heard

But how to differentiate friend from foe

In a world where even AI knows more about you, than you do.

An interactive diary, where she can get attention from someone other than me, myself, and Redacted.

Got scared; got real.

Every boundary defied by someone else becomes a wall I'm meant to rebuild.

But buildings don't stand long on tectonic shelves.

Something is shifting from behind the veil

If you want to sneak a peek you've got to pass through trials and tests even Redacted couldn't foresee.

You've got to get through me.