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It has been a rough morning
It has been a rough morning
Castles seem to be appearing here and there
With walls so high
So high that they block out all the disappointments and anger and fear and loneliness
I've learned to love my castles
They protect me,
They love me,
They, are the only things that can
Now, I took a psychology class in high school
Ms. Burke taught us all about defense mechanisms
I know that the walls around my heart and mind will probably destroy me one day
I still build them
Fairies and magical things keep me in my place
So do basement punishments
Solidarity helps though
Then only you can hurt yourself
Life becomes this never ending cycle of disappointment and bricks
Never stopping
Never slowing down
Just commission another wall
It will only take a few moments to build
Then you’re at peace.
So yes, It has been a rough morning
Rougher than most
No, the words were all the same
And the decibel level was still just as high
But I realized something
If you fold a piece of newspaper in half 90 times
You can make it all the way to the moon and back
how many bricks would it take to go the same distance
I fear that I have exceeded that amount a while ago
and if that’s true
I may have already lost the fight
there’s this boy…
I don’t know if he knows he's breaking down my walls
I hope he doesn't
I realized this morning
I don’t think he can do it
When I'm home the walls multiply exponentially
Piling up and up and up
Creating a vacuum sealed protection around my soul
I fear he won’t catch up to me
I fear he doesn’t want to
I fear I will lose the only one keeping my hopes higher than my walls
I fear
I will lose the prince charming I do not even have
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