Walls Will Crumble

I bite my lip and feel
The broken open skin on my lip
From when you peeled back my layers
And tried to figure out just who I am
I run my thumb across
The coarse callous indent on my finger
From the constant presence of pencil grip,
Trying to write the pain out of my system
My eyes trace over
The scars on my body
From when I couldn't write you away
And when life just wasn't worth it
I brush the hair
Out of my eyes
So you can see the tears spill over
And all the hurt you left when you decided you didn't like what was underneath the bullet-proof tinted glass walls I built to stop this kind of torture from happening
Why couldn't you let my lips be?