Where Am I Going?

Behind The Walls We Built

Behind the smile

And behind the makeup

Behind the laugh that's loud as hell

There's a girl who's broken

Behind the sleeves

Behind the long pants

In 90 degree weather

There's a boy crying out for help

Behind the baggy clothes

And behind the smaller portions

Behind the disgusted looks

There's a girl who's dying to be beautiful

Behind the walls

Behind the music blaring

And behind the late nights awake

There's this boy who's falling apart

There's a story to every person

Every. Single. Person

That they choose to hide

So no one will know

No one will question if they cannot see

So we hide them behind the walls we built

We continue to hide ourselves

Until we feel safe once again.