She wears a mask of ironclad armor,
Concealing all the hurt and pain.
Aching inside for a quiet harbor,
A silent place to safely lay.

She trusts too easy, but not at all,
Awaiting words of delicate praise.
Building, brick by brick, a WALL,
Bitterly creating, and watching it raise.

The walls are her enemy, sad but true,
Secretly imprisoning her self.
Watching, waiting, becoming so blue,
Her feelings resigned to a shelf.

She addictively builds, brick after brick,
Protecting desperately, the girl.
Understanding nothing, a horrible trick,
The Wall, abducted her world.

She sulks inside, removing the mask,
Uncovering a beautiful maiden.
Sighing and sobbing, if only she’d asked,
The prison will keep her waiting.

The girl wanted freedom, she reflects to herself,
Crying harder for a while.
Regaining her feelings from the shelf,
The maiden reveals a child.

She seeks out a key, a door, a way,
Realizing now, her mistake.
Screaming for mercy, help with the pain,
Grasping for a hand to take.

The maiden, girl, and child are one,
Wearing the mask of armor.
The wall must STOP the building is DONE,
The child’s mother, her unfound harbor.