These walls shouldn't have been built
Yet somehow they remain
And the doors of trust stay closed
Even though I try to break free
Every attempt I drank poison
Turning my heart black
Flinching as you reach for me
Somehow pushing you back
There is no explanation
Conversation is not my friend
Anxiety whispers mockingly
I'm bound to fail again
If I break down these walls
Unlocking the door of trust in time
Would you be able to handle
This monsters mind
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Author:
Almost (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This one is more of a personal poem as it reveals more about me. As someone who desires friendship but can't always openly reach out or hold a conversation without overthinking. For me, it's about wanting to open up and not be afraid, only to get hurt again. As someone once said, You are your own worst enemy.
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Comments1
'Flinching as you reach for me
Somehow pushing you back
There is no explanation
Conversation is not my friend
Anxiety whispers mockingly'..
how your words, invoke and paint
a generation's, warped association
with 'touch'
that goes way beyond, skin conversations..
(just brilliantly brave and relatable
thank you, for sharing dear Poet)
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