My Wall Poem by Malory Joyce

The world will only go on
to disappoint me,
and everyday is just another chance,
of having such resentment.

I have become so used to
my wall standing up
that it wont come down
and the fear that so fallows me
just gives me more reason
to keep it up.

Someday though the world will end
and if I were to have my wall come down
I would have my new beginning,
but since I have never lived this way
I wouldn't know what
ending to give it.