Wall of Trust

I stood on a wall of trust,
a wall with cracks.

Unnoticed by me,
with my head
stuck in the fog
of sincere illusion,
the wall began to
break.

Slowly at first
but speeding up
as the elements
of realization and
uncoverings of
dishonest truths
hammered away at
my wall.

I stand on this
shaky wall
yelling for help
as my fog leaves me.

I see them watching,
their eyes glazed
from the happiness
of ignorance.

I created the fog
that hides me,
so why can't I
tear it down?

With not much
room to stand,
I reach out in desperation
and claw at their
clouded eyes.

She looks at me.
She sees me.

"Are you okay?"
She askes.

MY hope blooms.
My wall becomes stable.
I am happy.

Her fog returns,
I put it there.

She looks at me.
She doesn't see me.

Despair and lonliness
return.

My wall breaks.
and i fall into the
deep hole of
self-hatred and
unfounded guilt.

Not able to
bring back
my fog of peaceful
oblivian.