Secrets

Secrets 

What is viewed is not seen.

What is said is not heard.

What is felt is not remembered.

It is all hidden,hidden behind the wall.

She smiles in her pain.

Laughs even in agony.

But she cries,she always cries,

and always dies,when hiding behind the wall.

Oh, the safety of the wall.

You may give, but will not be accepted.

You may ask, but will not be given.

You may bond, but you will live alone.

You may enter, but not with heart in tow.

You may leave, but take nothing with you.

She is the broken little doll,who lives

                      behind the wall.

Woe,to the broken little doll.

Author's Note

a poem for my best friend ever, i feel she is hiding allot of feelings from the world for fear of being hurt.

Reviews

[Ang]

Oh wow! I can relate to this poem like no other. I'm sure a lot of people have a wall that they refuse to let down or feelings they refuse to show. Great poem! :)