The Wall Between Why do I feel I can no longer talk to you? Tell you what's bothering me. This wall is of my building, But why did I build it, and when? Is it because of what we started? Or because of the fact that we stopped? Is it because I think you're too busy? Or that I think you no longer care? What was started, it happened. Nothing will ever change that. It shouldn't have started, I knew that right from the start. But now that it's stopped, Why do I want to return To those days and nights When at first I wanted it to stop? As for being too busy, I know that you'd make the time If only you knew the truth, That I can hardly face each day. But even when the time is there, And I know that you'll listen, Somehow I can't find the words. Just what is it I'm missing? Is it the courage to say what must be said? Is it the knowledge that it won't fall on deaf ears? Is it that I'm afraid of rejection? Or just that I think I can no longer trust? I know that you still care, Your hugs always tell me that. So why did I build this wall between us? And how can I remove it? So I ask once again for your patience, Knowing that you will be there When I finally manage again To realise you can still be trusted. 9/1/98 4:45pm