You are an empty silhouette of a person. You sold your soul for the mask of compassion and sincerity and traded your heart for the self-destructive walls now built in its place. You are empty. You think you are being strong? You aren't. You are scared so you close your eyes and yell out whatever empty defenses that come to your empty mind from your empty heart.
That is not strong, that is weak.
I would rather have a broken soul than no soul at all.