Everyone is given a set of bricks
From a young age my parents built a pedestal
with those bricks
held me high above the others around
Bricks of compliments and loving gestures
layed beneath my feet
At a certain age
I became old enough
to lift up bricks on my own
Methodically I layed them all around me
My parents now too busy
it became a job of my own
But there was just one problem
I forgot to pick up my feet
What I had been building was no pedestal
but instead a wall
By time I realized this though
others realized they had bricks too
instead of building themselves up
they hurled bricks
to knock others down
My walls now had a purpose
So I continued to build
the walls rising above my head
and ending at my arms length
I had built myself a prison
to protect myself from others
It was very lonely in my prison
just my thoughts and me
And although what layed beneath my feet was love
The wall around me was made of fear
and the outside world of hate
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Everyone is given a set of bricks
From a young age my parents built a pedestal
with those bricks
held me high above the others around
Bricks of compliments and loving gestures
layed beneath my feet
At a certain age
I became old enough
to lift up bricks on my own
Methodically I layed them all around me
My parents now too busy
it became a job of my own
But there was just one problem
I forgot to pick up my feet
What I had been building was no pedestal
but instead a wall
By time I realized this though
others realized they had bricks too
instead of building themselves up
they hurled bricks
to knock others down
My walls now had a purpose
So I continued to build
the walls rising above my head
and ending at my arms length
I had built myself a prison
to protect myself from others
It was very lonely in my prison
just my thoughts and me
And although what layed beneath my feet was love
The wall around me was made of fear
and the outside world of hate
