I am a wall. No gates for entry and no back door to slip in through.
I am a wall. Bricks made from insecurities and cement made from the brutal judgement I face everday.
I am a wall. My exterior remains the calm, collected and unpanicked even when my intetior collapses upon itself.
I am a wall. Love slips through the pores in the bricks making me wear my heart on my sleeve, much to my despair.
I am a wall. When people treat me poorly and insult me, I let it run off my weather-proof walls.
I am a wall, but even walls crack sometimes.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
I am a wall. No gates for entry and no back door to slip in through.
I am a wall. Bricks made from insecurities and cement made from the brutal judgement I face everday.
I am a wall. My exterior remains the calm, collected and unpanicked even when my intetior collapses upon itself.
I am a wall. Love slips through the pores in the bricks making me wear my heart on my sleeve, much to my despair.
I am a wall. When people treat me poorly and insult me, I let it run off my weather-proof walls.
I am a wall, but even walls crack sometimes.
