All the things I do,
good deeds,
thoughtful things,
commands upon me I fulfill with
a smile.
It gets my mind to ask some
questions. Like why I'm never
treated how I treat everyone else.
I feel so bad, and I hide
behind a wall.
Then I break the wall,
falling over and tripping.
This isn't me, I know it isn't,
but nothing I can do, nothing I try,
brings out that personality behind
the wall.
So cleverly hidden even I can't
find it.
I used to live it, and now
I can't look at it.
Protecting itself from harm
is what it's doing.
Bring my safe-guard against
anyone who wants to be close to me.
Shattered over and over again,
never healing before it falls
once more, then twice,
and now it's no more
than a shadow, lurking,
hiding from everyone.
My mind tells my body I'm fine,
but I never am.
All those hurt feelings I have
banded together,
weak and not
allowing penetration.
So it lies there, that
hidden persona of me,
living in fear.
Posted on 2/26/2007 6:43:40 AM