Walls that Keep Me Hidden

I see it when they look at me. Their judgement is too strong.

The urge within to avoid their gaze keeps my desire to move strong.

No one can even see me beneath the layers of damage.

It's like I'm small and insignificant, and incapable of being strong.

I'm entwined in my own circle of fear. I have walls up that don't just trap me inside, but keep others from coming near.

I didn't build the walls, it's like one day they just showed up. I try to knock them down, but when the bricks feed on me they become too strong.

Sometimes I can make a dent, and a brick in the wall is chipped.

Other times, the thoughts are worse, so the walls stand tall and strong.

Making a dent is hard, with my pick axe striking over and over again.

Every so often it gets sharpened, but soon it will dull and cease to be strong.

Still, the walls are getting weaker. It's no simple task I've embarked upon.

But I have some light to get me through, as a lily blooms new and strong.

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