8: Tower

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Imagine a tower
A tall, proud tower
With gleaming edges
And glass windows.

Now imagine walking inside
To find a crumbling mess
Of stone and wood
That is me.

You never know how I am feeling
Until you step inside my soul
Feel my heart beat
Empathise.

Outside I smile
Inside I crumble
You must realise
Or there will be no hope.

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Understand the poem?
It's my mood right now.

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