These Walls - Poem by Eric Birdsall
And usually when I see them cracking,
I’d fill the cracks with cement,
A new day,
I’ll scream ‘til my message is sent.
And usually when I see them shaking,
I’d brace them with my bare hands,
But everything and
So I no longer care where they land.
And usually when I see them crumbling,
I’d be first to hold up these walls,
But for once in my life,
I’m selfish, that’s right,
I’ll step back and watch them fall.
If you want, to see,
The real me,
Just put me in a situation,
But I don’t think it would please you.
No, you’d be a wreck,
I didn’t mean to disappoint you,
But this is my best.
I’m sorry If I’m not what you’re looking for,
I’m sorry that I’ll leave you here,
If there’s one thing for sure,
I know that there’s more,
And you don’t want to see it here.
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