There's a wall of bricks
around me now
I dare you.
hit it with all your might,
dig into it with your pickaxe
assault it with your words
It won't crack, or chip, or crumble
My dry eyes shall not cry
No tears will be spilled
My hands shall not become
fists
Turning violent, and lashing back out
No
They will stay open,
offering a helping hand.
Even when, I wish
to hide
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