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Loneliness, hatred passion and caring,
Seeing my life fall in around me,
The walls they crumble without a door,
Not even a window to show it at all.
But the walls are crumbling for all to see,
And I must repair this wall of mine,
To protect me to some degree,
From all the feelings now and fond,
The wall is almost nearly gone,
Two more blows to my self esteem,
And all is gone for them to see,
The hatred the pain,
I live everyday,
Leaves a small child,
Shedding her tears,
The same tears I shed everyday.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 19 years agoI know the feeling. Poems are the paintings for the blind, even without eyes I could relate to these words thank you for expressing them
