The Wall

The wall i have built around me

is as high as a wall could be.

i have carefully painted the exterior with disguising happiness

and a dash of attitude so it would look its best.

its glittered with modesty

streghnthened with honesty

its made of strong stone

strongest ever known

 

 

but inside

here i reside

surrounded with regrets

the floor carpeted

with dark shades of distress

the walls painted

with grey shades of insecurity

the air full of

pungent negativity

 

 

i sit, in the middle of this dark room

comfortably, on cushions of gloom

a space so empty, its hard to breathe

a room so warm, i could freeze

 

 

i sit in the loudest silence ever known

surrounded by people , yet all alone.