The Wall

Look at me.

Then for gods sake look through me. In me.
I'm so desperate for you to see
Me.

My walls have built up slowly, so slowly, invisible yet solid and
seemingly unbreakable, protecting the bleeding heart inside.

See the real me. Not the sarcastic, cynical person portrayed,
but the hidden soul, deep inside, struggling against

expectations,
misconceptions and
reputations.

I'm fighting everyday just to keep my head
above the water that slowly fills the room: my tomb.

I'm afraid.
I'm so scared if i remain here, in this darkness, I may begin to fear the
light I see beyond. I am becoming adjusted, and maybe this darkness is
comfort, maybe it is warm, safe....

I could sleep here forever...

...

no, NO!

I will not allow myself become that thing, that
cold shadow of what I could be, want to be.
Am.

If you choose there is a window, my Eyes.

Dip deep.
Feel me.
And know pure love.

The wall works both ways. I cant escape. My hands bear the scars, blood
stains the wall. I'm trying to get out.

Please.
Save me.