• Hollow.
    Empty.
    Void.
    Like a blank page.
    A mere shell.

    His voice speaks, but does not reach.
    Her tear falls, hidden from sight.
    Strong is what we were taught to be.
    Stronger is what we attempt to make ourselves be.
    We always appeared in one way.
    Undefeatable.
    Indestructible.
    Lies.
    Perfect, gorgeous lies of how we want us to be.


    Walls.
    Huge, thick cemented walls.
    Unbendable.
    Unbreakable.
    Round our hearts, turning and twirling.
    Round our hearts, turning and twisting.
    Protection is but an excuse.
    Entrapment is reality,
    the irony we do not see.
    Oh, the tragedy that we held so endearingly.