I am made of different things,
That is why everyone believes,
I have no soul,
No feelings.
that it doesn't hurt,
When I know I'm the one,
That keeps lovers apart,
Keeps the right from the wrong.
They think it doesn't hurt,
When people punch me in frustration.
They don't make a dent,
But they do to my heart.
I might be what keeps people safe,
But the glares shot at me,
Are filled with hatred and anger,
But all I do is be me,
It's my job.
People overlook me.
But when they do,
It's as a problem.
They think I'm not real,
That I don't feel.
I would cry if I could,
Get rid of myself,
So people would be happy,
And not hate me.
I lock people,
Block the outside from the in.
Hurt people,
Without me knowing.
I am something,
People wish a away.
I wish I could disappear,
Making smiles reappear.
Everyone hates me,
Detest my infinite width,
Loathe my secure body,
But I can't help it.
I'm just a wall.
I can't help it.