The Walls
The walls
Higher and higher they are built
to protect what remains inside
A wounded heart,
a shattered soul.
The walls keep you out
and give me time to heal
To recover
From the mess you left behind
You can't climb my walls
Nor pull them down
You can't see the real me
Hidden from your eyes
You can't touch me
You can't hurt me
And I no longer feel.
-jk (03/20/97)
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