What a wicked thing to say that you never felt that way

Maybe it's just something we do. Something to protect ourselves. Building up walls to protect us from whatever heartbreak or pain that awaits. Maybe it's when we tear down these walls we get butterflies. Because I can't always say that these butterflies feels so good. It's not colorful butterflies you see in movies, flying around to lighten up the surroundings landing on a childs nose. Sometimes it feels like those butterflies that you know won't do any harm, but you hate how they sit on your bathroomwall. They won't hurt you. But you're scared. Those kind of butterflies. Those kind of butterflies you can't stop thinking about at night because you're uncomfortable with them in the other room. What are you suppose to do about it? Kill them off in one stroke with a papertowel or just let them be sitting on your wall, doing no harm but sadly scaring the shit out of you?