something im dealing with.... so how could I end it?
"'Construction Worker"'
you would think I was in construction
The way I masterfully mold the plaster
Between bricks to hold up a shield so thick
I should never feel pain
But if these walls could talk
You'd see im insane
Within the confines of my fort
And no one to blame
I Seek sunshines approval
To find self inflicted rain
I close the doors to walls so tall
As to not feel disappointment at all
yet again and again
walls I believe to be a friend
Begin to close in and fall
Like drawls on a whore
And like dressers with out a drawer
These walls aren't protecting me anymore
Because this guard that I horde
around is leaving me sore
Such as an illness without a cure
Im hurting myself internally
But pretending im okay is worse
Externally hand crafted excellence
Internal viral pestilence
A shell once created to help
Is now nursing my curse
JaeDaKid....
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