Poems About the Shattered and Broken

My Wall of Self Hatred

My Wall was small

You could easily tear it down

My Wall allowed me to let people in easily

But I can't any longer

You see,

Eventually I built my Wall up higher and higher

And I refused to let anyone in

Because letting people in means giving them the power to hurt you

And I won't let my Wall do that

My Wall is now made of steel

My Wall is now higher than the highest tower

My Wall has stopped all the hurt

Although some of it seems to find its way in

My Wall of self hatred has allowed me to block the world out

But my depression still stays in

My Wall of Self Hatred has torn me down into nothingness

As people have torn it down as well

My Wall of Self Hatred has caused so much pain

For it is too thin

My Wall of Self Hatred is what has kept me sane

It is the only thing keeping me alive

Love is no cure, but neither is my Wall

Hope: it's a terrible thing to have

Hope is what led to my Wall

When I was nothing, when I had nothing

I held on to hope

I kept hope until others stole it from me

Those selfish men and women

They stole my emotions, they stole my hope

I now have nothing left

Except my Wall of Self Hatred

It may seem like a real wall

But alas, it is not

My Wall is simply a metaphor

A figment of my imagination

It is what has kept me sane year after year

The only reason that others' words have not affected me more

My Wall of Self Hatred is my mind

 And it does a terrible job of blocking out the words

After many years of pushing out harmful words and thoughts

It cannot hold on any more

My Wall of Self Hatred is weak

It is flimsy

It is broken

It is shattered to the point where it is no longer a wall

My Wall of Self Hatred is me