Walls

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They laugh and jeer

They joke and mock

Their games confuse me

The way they smile

So innocent

So beautiful

They are perfect 

I am not

I build my walls

Then they knock them down

I try again

And again

And again

I cannot stand it

Those pretty liars

They will win

They will always win

I cut myself

To get the poison out

He wraps my wounds 

She keeps smiling

He keeps wrapping

They keeps laughing

I keep cutting

Until I end it 

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