Cracking Spirit

by sam   Apr 13, 2008


Behind my smile,
My kind and good heart,
I hide a demon,
That was their,
From the start.
It sit�s alone,
Waiting for the day,
When the walls fade,
So it can escape.
It laugh�s at me,
Constantly,
Saying,
�how can a girl,
With half a heart,
Trap me inside,
So I can�t get out?�
The wall�s that surround it,
Has no door,
But you need a key,
That I can only see,
To break the wall,
Between it,
And me.
I cry at times,
And I can see,
My strength is fading,
And the walls are cracking,
In front of me.
�it�s a matter of time,�
It says,
�before I am free!�
It seems to me,
That there is no hope,
To stop it,
From attacking me.
When the walls fades,
And I see red,
Then that is the end,
Of my painful nights.
But for now,
I need to snap back,
To reality,
Hide my true self,
Behind my good and kind,
Heart,
And my fake smile.
I�ll never let it out,
Not until I die,
So it die�s with me,
As while,
I�ll continue to cry,
And the walls well fade,
But I�ll still fight,
Until that graceful day.
My spirit is cracking,
But I�ll live one,
With my friends by me,
Nothing bad,
Can really go wrong?

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