Before The Walls Come Crashing Down - Poem by Tasha Young
Walking waiting commiserating doesn't know where to go from here.
Breathing ever so slowly hoping no one will notice me I'm just trying to make it out of here,
Surrounded by all these faces (huh) wonder what they're thinking formulating on what could make me drown in my own tears, I'm running away from all of these fears.
Wishing for someone to break me out of here before all my walls come crashing down around me.
Just wishing everyone would stop pushing me around tearing me down.
Always trying to run me down bosses me around.
Seems like my life like it's no longer mine to control nothing seems to be my own.
Almost like I'm a lifeless robot run by a creator assembled on a conveyor only to be disassembled later.
Wish I could just control my life cause that's my right now matter how dim or how bright I may or may not shine.
I'm not just going to stand by while you just take your shots at me trying to break me.
I'm not going to be defenseless and weaken by your blows not going to lose control, nor will I just let my walls just come crashing down around me leaving me wide open.
I sheltered my heart like if it were a diamond ring or the last living thing or if there was an extraordinary destiny and of all the people it chose me to live out the.
Not going to ever give a chance for a happily ever after prince to come save me when I'm in distressed in need to be saved cause I don't need a man to give me a helping hand.
I'm a strong independent women and I can handle my own make the future my own or let my walls come crashing down.
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