My Walls

Poem by JJ

My walls are being built up high

to protect my breaking state of mind

My walls are what protect me

and make things not affect me

My walls are tall

And will not fall

until someone corrects me

When that day comes

I will not turn and run

Instead face it head on

My walls are made of steel

but for one person I will yield

today I will see if taking down my walls

was even a good idea