Similar to a ticking time bomb.
The round curable ball shape,
Shinning with the detonator set.
A wall built,
Years occurring.
A vulnerable ticking time bomb
That’s exactly who I am.
A wall built,
Stories upon stories
Maybe it’s not that I can’t
Maybe it’s that I don’t
Don’t want anyone to see,
Is the strength, just a sign of weakness?
I don’t want you, to blow up with me.
Poetry
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