I built my wall, so high, so high.
Past the clouds, beyond the sky.
None can scale it, nor break it down,
For in the moat they'd surely drown.
My defenses, no weakness found.
Surrender before the second round.
But if you do stand and fight,
Be forewarned, beware their might.
No monsters hide under my bed,
But you'll find demons in my head.
Guarding the walls day and night,
Sharper than an eagle's sight.
It's all just a losing battle.
Silly emotions are all you'll rattle.
Accept defeat, fighting or not,
I'm not the princess you sought.
These walls will last till my death,
Holding together till my last breath.
Shouldn't be too long from now,
Every word is more- ow!
YOU ARE READING
Almost a poet
PoetryI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
