Walls built up high
You won't see in, you won't see me
never letting anyone see me cry
even though they constantly plea
I shut down even more as they ply
I am cautious of who I open up to
Will they genuinely listen?
Or will they use this as ammunition?
Neither do I want for them, my pain to accrue
My heart is boarded up & protected
for you & only you,my walls begin to crumble
Will you be able to find me through the rubble?
Hand in hand you pull me out,
out of my own agony, darkness, & doubt
-Madison P. McDow