Behind My Brick Walls
by Jennifer L Banks
I wish I had a thicker skin
Like a turtle shell that I can hide within
I have my brick walls, and they go up with ease
But I always take them down,
give a chance to someone,
gazing through the cracks in the mortar.
I leave the door ajar, or leave a key under the mat,
Hoping that someone will come for me.
Of course, when they dont, and the walls close in
It gets cold and Im in the shadows,
I feel its my fault,
that Im just The Hunchback of Norte Dame,
Too ugly to be looked upon
Too ugly to be loved.
And everytime I take a chance,
It only weakens me more,
Throwing myself into a spiral,
running to shut the door.
and sinking to the floor.
When you hear the wailing in the night;
before the new moon falls,
Its only this hunchback's cries and screams,
behind my brick walls.
Posted on 06/01/2003
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