These walls <br />That I‘ve built around me <br />Have taken years to develop <br />Years of silent struggle <br />To attain for myself a place <br />Among my so called friends <br />Not to forget my relatives. <br /> But now <br /> I know better. <br /> I’ve learnt that it doesn’t pay <br />To do what other’s expect of you <br />Transforming yourself into <br />Someone you’re not <br />And probably never will be. <br />But these walls that I’ve built <br />Are strong walls- <br />And cannot easily be broken <br />For they’ve been constructed <br />With bricks of <br />Anger, rejection, <br />Sarcasm, repulsion; <br />Cemented with mixture of tears <br />And bitterness; <br />Erected on a foundation of fear.<br /><br />jyoti saxena<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pseudo-me/
