Behind the Wall

Mon, 09/29/2014 - 22:48 -- naomi15

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

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