Walls
in my head,
there are walls
built from words
never the kind ones
it'll drive you crazy
it's hard to breathe
while you're lungs
are full of the old,
toxic plaster from
these old walls
you learn to forgive
before they spew
"im sorry"
even if you know
they're full of shit
every sentence they spit
adds another brick
to this pile
it's time
to shut them out
for good.
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