Think Inside The Box
Sometimes, walls are there for a reason.
Like every other innocent kid,
My defensive walls were nonexistent.
Everyone had the potential to be a friend
And I saw the good in others,
In my playful peers.
Then, as I aged, matured
I met the cruelty of humanity.
Time and time again
I was shunned or abandoned or used.
Suddenly, friends were enemies
And strangers were dangerous.
The walls I never knew I needed were built.
Brick by brick,
I quoted and recorded every single
Comment from others
Into the cement glue as a brutal reminder
That no one is what they seem.
That everyone has a hidden agenda
And that there's always a catch.
I promised myself that no one would get too close
That I would never let anyone in
Ever again.
I reminded myself that humans were a selfish, greedy breed
That they lie and manipulate,
Hurt me in ways I never before thought possible.
With no regard for my well being
And no regret for their unforgivable words or actions.
I got so used to looking into every conversation
Armed with a fine toothed comb,
Searching for that hint of darkness
I was so sure lurked in everyone
That instead of seeing the world
Around me as a beautiful place,
I trained myself to see only the expectation of pain.
Of betrayal and heartbreak.
Now I'm stuck behind these walls,
Sealed tight and running out of air.
Running out of reasons to let people in.
Buried under rubble and brick and stone,
I will remain.
Forgotten.
About the Creator
Anna Miller
I am a twenty one year old aspiring poet with a love for writing stories and keep up various separate journals. I am new to the whole 'professional writing' thing so this is going to be a learning experience!
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