Walls
I live in a time
Where people have many walls.
I also live in a time
Where people desire to overcome these walls
In any way possible.
They have walls of anger and spite
Inside their body and mind.
To overcome these walls
They create new ones.
They degrade others.
These people who are degraded
Begin to build their own walls.
These victims don’t know why
People are insulting them.
They just know that it won’t stop.
The walls of self-hatred and insecurity
Turn from mud into solid titanium.These walls begin to close in.
The pain is too much.
The wall of hurt and misery becomes unsurpassable.
They don’t see a ray of hope
Through any of the walls.
They think that they only have one option left,
To escape their walls.
Death.
So, I live in a time
Where people’s only way out of their walls
Is to create unsurpassable ones for others.
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