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.