When the hate is gone
It leaves an empty space,
And sadness quickly takes its place.
A brick wall is built
To keep of the guilt.
To keep us from breaking
Our body from shaking.
In response to self-hatred
For the wrong we created.
The wall grows longer,
And ever much stronger.
With every gone hate
We put in a crate,
So we can just hide it,
With our shame inside it
That thing we didn't mean
We know that deep within.
Built up with these walls
Our ability to feel totally falls.
But there is no way back
To make walls a wrack.
To be the old person we knew
Today loved by only a few.