My eyes have turned away, looking down
Deep into the ground.
Staring blankly forward, or up into the sky.
Eyes turnaway.
These eyes that dont want to cry.
My ears have closed
to block out the sound of the seemingly endless verbal assault.
What have i done?
Am i at fault?
Careless words lead the insecure to suspect us all.
I should have kept the wall up.
Now it will crumble and fall
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
My eyes have turned away, looking down
Deep into the ground.
Staring blankly forward, or up into the sky.
Eyes turnaway.
These eyes that dont want to cry.
My ears have closed
to block out the sound of the seemingly endless verbal assault.
What have i done?
Am i at fault?
Careless words lead the insecure to suspect us all.
I should have kept the wall up.
Now it will crumble and fall
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