My niece
made me bangle
of letters, starts, unicorns|
and colored beads

Then it hit me
that's her poem to me
a set of random things
that sit beautifully
side by side
around in a circle

and I noticed that
that's the first time
someone wrote
a poem
about
me

your note reads like
'gone for groceries brb'
but you left this life
and forced me to grieve.

The wall is strong and firm.
Its is truly well built.
Its exterior is very resilient.

But once a time:
A small crack it formed,
Crack my crack & one day a big hit;
That’s when it crumbled.

Piece by piece it broke,
The interior which was bottled up;
Finally broke down revealing:
Its vulnerable self.


It was fragile and frail.
Foreign to the world
Foreign to itself.

Sometimes lonely in a crowded room.
Sometimes too much in a lonely room.
It took time to be strong.
But to be weak? was impossible

It looks perfect when met first;
But given enough time you’ll see:
The messy side.
The patchy side.

Sometimes the wall is me,
As always and forever.

Are the words that come out of my mouth really mine?
Am I just a brainwashed child?
Are the thoughts I type really mine?
Am I just filled with false lies?
Are the letters and constants I repeat in my head really mine?
Am I believing verses that aren't even true?
Are the actions I do really mine?
Am I eating up your words like you want me to?
Are the looks and trends I follow my own free will?
Am I following morals that are really mine?
Are your words even true?
Or are your words filled with tricks and lies?