I was a master mason
Building walls with ease
Proud of my work
Walls are meant to protect
To keep things out
But it also prevents you from seeing what’s in front of you
Walls also trap things inside
A false sense of security
Before I knew it I was in a prison
A prison I built myself
A prison so perfect I didn’t know how to escape
I ended up alone in a dark place with no one to help
Too many walls to hear my cries
I became the things I was trying to keep out
There is no reason to be afraid of anyone but yourself
Locked away you can hurt yourself more than anyone else could
Tear down your wall
Build yourself up
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
I was a master mason
Building walls with ease
Proud of my work
Walls are meant to protect
To keep things out
But it also prevents you from seeing what’s in front of you
Walls also trap things inside
A false sense of security
Before I knew it I was in a prison
A prison I built myself
A prison so perfect I didn’t know how to escape
I ended up alone in a dark place with no one to help
Too many walls to hear my cries
I became the things I was trying to keep out
There is no reason to be afraid of anyone but yourself
Locked away you can hurt yourself more than anyone else could
Tear down your wall
Build yourself up
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