Constructed on a decrepit foundation,
Nobody can ever be too sound,
For a tiny little stir,
Can knock it all to the ground.
The more it goes to fall,
The less it takes to see,
In a cold, bittersweet reality,
That the true problem, is me.
Fences tend to be made,
Stronger and steeper than before,
It seems impossible to overcome,
The trust is nothing more.
Built on tears and a damaged heart,
A determined and hardened architect,
To allow for more security,
From the torment that will infect.
These walls are to shield for now,
To keep the pain at bay,
Until the right hands come to tear it down,
And the feelings are there to stay.
