These Walls II
In a world/society full of judgement, “cancelling” and gossip, I can’t open up to everyone. I, also, cannot just keep everything held in. I very much disagree with the ‘Lome Wolf’ mentality, it’s not healthy, mentally. I believe humans were made for relationship. With that, there are a “selected few” where there is a mutual trust, acceptance and accountability, to help each other grow. “Iron sharpens iron, and one man (or woman) sharpens another.
What goes on in these walls-
I have to say, is not always the best of me
These walls, build the difference between what I allow the world to see-
And all the rest of me
Love, lust, vice, and virtue live in these walls
Every side of me and every sight of all pain and joy reside in these walls
The good, the bad, and the ugly- And all that's left of me
It's obviously true that not all will be accepting of me-
But I didn't and still don't expect them to be
I have to say that I hate that I have mental notes-
Consisting of quotes from the ugliest speach
The constant critiquing, the "constructive" critism and questions not for understanding are that that construct these walls
Words I wish wouldn't even reach these walls
Words that paint the mask I wear as I walk through the crowd of the fakest faces
They that make the attempt to teach a truth that they themselves can't take
At the same time I make every attempt to stop the snakes that still try to scale these walls
I can't take it-
Yet still I'm in such haste- Putting my time to waste trying to find a needle in a haystack
Or really, quite the opposite-
Words I write in these walls tell clear-cut stories of scars that are anything but cleanly cut
The toughest of any topic
But I myself am no saint, quite the opposite
My mask is a mirror-
Both inside and out
That mirror spells the word "hypocrite"
On both the inside, and out
Lies told to me breed the lies that come from me
The very same that trace these walls
Every occasion has a mask that erases the very trace of these walls
But within this castle which hides in plain sight-
Inside these walls, reside a selected few who know the truth in each poem
Maybe one or two more than one or two who know me and let me know them
A handful of who I know won't take the truth I told and preach it to the choir
Some inquire just to gossip- Others acquire secrets and rush to find a buyer
Such truth is dangerous if placed in the wrong hands
They that make plans to pile up the pressure for their piers
Spreading words which work to plant trees that branch out but don't bear fruit
I can't afford to turn myself in to them that turn me into more fake news
Told to the wrong ears, to bring about more fake views
Rumors I hate to have found out about-
A spiteful chant recurs in these walls
Boundaries that end up broken, are bound to create a riot in these walls
A fight that gives birth to the fear that kills all quiet nights
Rules repeatedly spoken- What goes on in these walls, stays in these walls
I hate to state when I wasn't right to trust- But that very truth built these walls
The very same that writes my right to stay in these walls
Me and the selected few who received the invite
The same few, to name one or two more than just one or two-
Who've seen the king of hide and seek with his crown and mask off
Both the best and worst of me
All that goes on in these walls
All their worth-
And all that must stay in these walls
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
I began writing as a means of expressing creativity, relieving stress, and venting emotions. I mention my daily battle with mental health a lot, I hope it is relatable and inspiring to readers, as writing is something I'm passionate about.
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