Preston James - My Wall

I like the way it hurts
to think of you
and what happened.
It makes me stronger,
allows me to build the wall
higher, between me and them.
They can't understand me,
even if they try.
I'm like a difficult riddle,
only few can solve me
none of which I have met yet.
'til then I wait,
gradually building
and eventually, no one
will be able to get in.

Preston James

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