I walk around with my mask on,
each day it grows thicker.
Hiding myself from the world
scared to let them in.
Gradually building up my wall,
Layer by layer,
attempt to block out the pain,
caused by others, from reaching me
but it doesn't work
each day the strength of that
old brick wall is tested and tried
as memories of your words slam
against the fragile structure.
The cracks and wounds too deep
to recover from.
I rush in attempts to paint over the
broken pieces to make it
look normal and inviting
but the shiny gloss on the outside is
fading and becoming dull, it is now
noticeable that I'm breaking.
Now I wait and watch the wall
as the bricks crumble and crack.
Its not quite broken yet,
but it will be
and soon...
so will I