my mind

my mind is a cave full of treasured possessions but it is always raided. the dragon is slayed and nothing can stop it. I guard my thoughts with the greatest defence. aggression. Nothing can change who you are and now I am stuck the way I am. poverty is the thing that helps me release and iron out every crease. But the question is. what can you do with someone who is broken and struggling? how do you support them? maybe some people aren't wanting to be saved.