The Cracks

I see the cracks on my wall,
They grow as I sit in my room,
But they are never covered up,
They only pour out the gloom.

They show all the pain inside,
And all the lies and rejection,
There's no cement to fill them up,
So I'll never meet true perfection.

Why does this happen to me?
My world is shattering apart,
Right in front of your eyes,
So can't you see my broken heart?

Soon anyone can see through,
Don't let them hurt me,
Don't let them see my defects,
Why can't they just let me be?

The cracks spread around my misery,
Nothing can stop them now,
Never touch their hollowness,
Or to Misery you'll surely bow.

I see the cracks on my wall,
They grow as I sit in my room,
But they are never covered up,
They only pour out the gloom.