Life in middle never bears fruit
Of love or understanding from
Many but a few, and the few that
Do make up for all the loss

In their lives until someone
From outside the family
Can come in and take their hearts
But for the middle that may never

Happen for most all of us
Have been broken down
Emotionally and mentally
To the point that pain
And loss becomes irrelevant
To the point that love becomes

Something to be feared while
Also something to be cherished
The middle knows that while
They may find love in time

Love may never truly find them for eternity
Because all the pain and loss
They felt throughout their
Life built up walls of fear

And anxiety so thick that
Even the strongest drill could
Barely scratch in a hundred
Years of companionship

And though they may try to tear
Down their own walls
The moment they hit
The walls for the first time

All the fear and anxiety that
They built the wall to keep out
Shall come rushing in
Flooding their mind with all the

Remembrances of loneliness
And heartbreak that they’ve
Felt over the years of
Their life that they shut away.

But as all of it floods back
Into their mind they build their
Wall back up faster than either
Could have chipped away

Faster than they can change
The way they look at their
Love, but as they realize
What they are doing they

Push the one they love away
So that they can’t hurt them
Anymore than they already have
That is the life in the middle.

A cycle of fear, and anxiety
That cripples their will to
Love and stretch beyond
What they have been since they can remember.

No one wants to be the middle
For all it represents his heartbreak
That only a few ever try to change
And fewer ever succeed.

I walk in this dense realm, with shattered memory's of my past life.
The gods are afraid to come down into the dense wilderness.
Its grown Hard to escape this plain.
what are the memories trying to tell me!
This time I will come back with my horsemen, frequency's aligned.
Shifting into the next degree of time.
Is it impending doom or is it  just rebirth?
a next stage of evolution on this earth.
breaking walls, yet they took over the surface world.
The true nature of the world surfaces.
What is this vision trying to show me.
Should I climb the tree of life for answers?

you are the one person who knows me better than i know myself
because as much as i promised i'd keep my walls sturdy
you managed to get me to break them down myself
and as each day passes
not once do you cease to make me smile
so i could say that i fall in love a little more everyday
and it's so ironic how what you should know, you never will
but the rest of the world does, and all they can do is cheer from the sidelines
and hope that one day you'll open your eyes and see
how i've fallen so deep into your spell already
that i subconsciously guide you through the maze
that leads to the one secret i hold so dear

i have done the impossible
i believe it
my entire being is proof
for i am a paradox

i am loud, with a quiet personality
i am sad, with a happy front
i am trapped, but i chose to be

and somewhere deep inside my little box of secrets
i just want someone to figure me out,
to solve the unsolvable puzzle i created to protect and preserve myself

but how can one do that
when i myself am clueless as to how and where to start?

for the longest time
my life has been full of
confusion regret shame
and it's come to a point where
i don't remember what it's like to be
in the state of complete and utter bliss

and these mixed emotions that influence many others
will definitely be the death of us
and i can't i can't i won't
bear the guilt of making you feel
the pain i've become so accustomed to
in all my years of experience on the battlefield of love

so forgive me if i'm closed
if i'm stubborn and if i'm guarded
but i can't just fall hard and hope for the best

not again

There's a girl with walls around her
Walls that were built to protect her from the evils of the world
Walls with masks hanging
Each showing a different face
But

I see her behind her walls

The more she's hurt
The thicker the walls become
Effectively deterring anyone from getting close
Yet trapping her inside
But

I see her behind her walls

The facades she brings forth
Are carefully calculated
To minimise any foul play
So that she doesn't have to have her heart
And soul scarred and broken again
But

I see her behind her walls

She runs behind her walls
Flinging sarcasm, insults and indifference
Whenever someone tries to get close
As she's learned time and again
That every time she brings down her walls and allow someone into her heart with the promise that she doesn't need her walls anymore
They tear her defenses down from the inside
Leaving her to rebuild all by herself
But

I see her behind her walls

I come knocking on her walls
Calling for her to let me in
Telling her that
I see her behind her walls
And that I love her
And that I'm not asking her to bring down her walls
But to build our own walls
Just us

Can you see us behind our walls?
You're not welcome