You plaster on a face
so we won't know
the pain you hide from.
It's almost like you're a mannequin
with emotions and an extra face.
Efforts to bring those walls down
so help can reach you fail
like trying to climb the berlin wall during the cold war.
I've been trained to fight and I fall short,
the grenades thrown towards intruders cripple me for life.
I start to crawl away
when the faint glimmer of hope and light come from behind me.
The wall crumbles down to reveal a queen battling demons.
You rescue me from this warzone and collapse
with new walls surrounding this castle.
