Walls

If I could change something about myself,
or the life that I lived;
It would be alot of things that I’ve seen, heard or did.

I wish I was a better person;
inside and out.
My friends say I’m nice;
but they don’t know what I’m about.

I am not the happy person that I seem to be;
for there is something,
a darkness,
deep inside of me.

I build up walls;
to protect people from me.
I want to break it down,
That Great Wall for the Meek,
but I can’t,
for I am too afraid and weak.

I want to feel loved,
I can’t stand this dark, dank cold.
I want to feel the warmth,
of a love that is bold.

So, please rescue me,
my love, my savior.
You broke through the wall,
and became my fancy favor.

For in order to stand;
I need your hand.
In order to live;
I need you to give me life.
In order to see,
I need your eyes,
for mine are full of paradigms.

I need my handsome angel;
so take me in your arms,
I need you to save me,
from my own crumbled walls.