Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Art of Pretend


Every other day she falls,
Deeper into the pit.
No matter how hard she tries,
She can't get out of it.

The days when she's not falling,
She's trying to climb back.
But the strength it takes to reach the top,
Is something that she lacks.

She tries to find her strength,
In the god she knows and loves.
But with every other day, she finds,
Further down, she's shoved.

She knows things will be better,
Than they are right now, someday.
But it's hard to see where she is going,
Through all the tears and pain.

Are you happy now?
You've pushed me down again.
Are you satisfied,
With all the pain I'm in?

No, 'cause you can't see it,
I've mastered the art of pretend.
I've put a wall around myself,
And no one's allowed in.

I Build Walls

I build walls
walls that protect
walls that shield
walls that say I shall not yield
or reveal
who I am or how I feel

I build walls
walls that laugh, or smile, or look away
silent lies
walls that may have blocked my eyes
from the tears I might have cried

I build walls
walls that never let me truly touch
those I love so very much
walls that need to fall
walls meant to be fortresses
are prisons after all