Walls Poem by Kristy Shelton

Bits and pieces of things
Will always be left behind
Like shrapnel in our hearts
Hoping no one will find
They make us weary
They make us hate
Becoming nonbelievers
Of destiny and fate
And often paranoia
Can weigh heavy like a stone
Stuck between loneliness
And the need to be alone
Walls are built up high
To keep the bad guys away
Walls so sturdy and thick
Even good guys will not stay
To feel as if you're treading
Through a current so strong
Growing weak from fighting
Swimming nowhere for so long
And even when you want to trust
Because of damage done
You feel there's no truth in anything
No truth in anyone
The walls get higher, thicker still
Until they reach the sky
No one would dare try climbing them
For they are much to high
They won't understand the reasoning
Behind your walls so high
You can't explain them clearly
So you don't even try
Eventually they'll forget
And leave you behind
You'll be a memory of just a wall
They all failed to climb