Behind the Wall
I hide behind this mask of anger.
Because I think my heart won’t be torn to pieces this way.
People think I’m naturally mean, that isn’t true.
I have a heart so tender and so loving.
But very few know it; I’ve been hurt and scared and left to mend the pieces myself.
Pick myself up from the ground where I have been thrown.
Left to rot and be left in the forgotten. But yet I still show some love to people.
Even to those who hurt me, I know it sounds crazy.
But understand that my heart naturally loves. My mind is what tells me to bring anger.
I want to show everyone the kind and gentle being I am. But I fear.
I fear being left lonely. I fear being thrown and forgotten about. I fear that this is what I deserve.
I fear that all this anger will soon destroy me inside. I don’t want it to though.
I want the gold from my heart to ooze its way out into my blood to fill my whole body.
But how can I do such a think when fear is my unbreakable wall?
How do I climb this wall and not give up?
How can a cling onto what seems so impossible for this broken heart?
How?
I have found that answer, and that answer is deep inside me hidden on the other side of that wall