She turned her back on the past
And pinky-promised herself to be strong
Her only remaining fear- seeming weak
Now the rushing wind alone could bring tears
Instead, her emotions crash into walls
Only seen by others in the form of her scars.
Scrapes from contests of conceit, his only scars
He laughs at photos of himself from the past
Only those closest to him would see he puts up walls
Outsiders look and wonder how he can be so strong
Rough day ahead if even his eyes shed tears
Still, his shoulder comforts all who feel weak.
Judgmental eyes glance once and label her weak
She constantly reminds herself of her scars
Each disappointment forms a new puddle of tears
Tunnel vision prevents her from revisiting the past
A tower built of high expectations is only so strong
Words of encouragement head straight for the walls.
Dismayed by the loss of the life framed on her walls
She lashes out on herself each time she feels weak
Awaiting an independent life where she can feel strong
But she feels no shame at the sight of her scars
As long as they remain just a memory of her past
Only the mirror knows the sight of her tears.
The family breaks at the sight of her tears
Exclamations of anger and dejection bounce off the walls
Never speaking above a whisper of ghosts from her past
Stay together for them, do not show you are weak
Ignore all our shortcomings and cover the scars
Fight endlessly to make a broken unit strong.
Taught by those around me to always be strong
Bottle up the frustrations until they escape as tears
Ignore the bruises so they become faded scars
Write down my worst fears and tape them to the walls
A united front of happiness suggests I am not weak
Fight forever to keep their futures from becoming my past.
Regardless of our relationship with our past
At times, all of our sturdy foundations will go weak
Some attack, some evade them but we all have our walls.
