I made my walls, i painted them.
They were almost destroyed when the hard words of reality hit them, but emotions completely destroyed them.
So i made and painted them again.
I expected that everything would be better, but no.
The walls kept breaking under the weight so i give up.
I can no longer build and paint to have peace of mind.
My hands are scruffy, I have calluses on my palms, but no one cares.
So i gave up.
I let the harsh words go in one ear and out the other.
My hands are trying to cover my ears but the pain in them won't let me push harder.
So i gave up.
Words pass through the ear but also affect the heart, which slowly hardens with each harsh word.
My body is trying to fight but my mind slowly doesn't care anymore.
I gave people too many changes, and this is what I get in return...
© EvaB