My Wall

My wall will soon be complete. I refuse to hurt anymore. Tired of faking strength, when I yearn to hide and go fetal. The pounding of my chest threatens to burst forth from myself. Spilling sorrow for all to see. I cannot allow this exsposure. I build my wall. Saddening that I do, I know that it is wrong. I cannot futher the pain. My wall will soon be complete. Work continues daily, the people around me join in to help. To tare it down now, impossible! My wall will soon be complete. It's hiegth and strength, will block the Sun, and shame the Moon. I can no longer stop it's construction, reverse it's progress. It grows. The wall is made of pain, mortared by grief. Hardened with emptyness, anquish, and regret. My wall will soon be complete. Then no one can reach me.