Squeaks
Bluelighter
I hardly ever come hear to post but in my drunken state I am a bit poetic and had to get my thoughts down on paper err on a post
My walls came tumbling down
Oh how good that felt
But just as quick as they fell down
Bricklayers and cementers built them right back up.
Now I am like the Old Berlin Wall once more.
With its impenatrable walls and length than spans miles on end.
No, there is no way my barrier is coming back down.
I am not strong enough to let it crumble just yet.
Because with as much joy as I had with the wall down;
I equally had as much misery rebuilding it.
Every day it seems I build that wall Higher and Higher till I cant hear voices on the other side.
Now once again I hear only the voices in my head; the voices of paranoia.
The voices cry out
"Are theese people really your friends?"
"Are they really laughing at you instead of with you"
"Are they talking behind your back"
"Do they loathe you"
No I am too weak to let that wall fall down.
Because when that wall is down I express feelings/actions instead of paranoia.
I am more sociable.
I am more trusting
I am more giving
I am more caring
I TEND NOT TO SWEAT THE LITTLE THINGS
In time and TIME only is when I will be strong enough once more to tear that wall down
Hopefully I will become invincible and that wall will crumble.
The wall will deteriorate into nothingness.
That the Bricklayers/cementers will go on strike permanently.
That it will never return and just remain a distant memory.
Thenn I will have found true friends
Then I will have found a true life
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We don't gnaw on our kitty We stroke our kitty I wanna pet the kitty
The Philly of da Hook Crew is in Effect!
My walls came tumbling down
Oh how good that felt
But just as quick as they fell down
Bricklayers and cementers built them right back up.
Now I am like the Old Berlin Wall once more.
With its impenatrable walls and length than spans miles on end.
No, there is no way my barrier is coming back down.
I am not strong enough to let it crumble just yet.
Because with as much joy as I had with the wall down;
I equally had as much misery rebuilding it.
Every day it seems I build that wall Higher and Higher till I cant hear voices on the other side.
Now once again I hear only the voices in my head; the voices of paranoia.
The voices cry out
"Are theese people really your friends?"
"Are they really laughing at you instead of with you"
"Are they talking behind your back"
"Do they loathe you"
No I am too weak to let that wall fall down.
Because when that wall is down I express feelings/actions instead of paranoia.
I am more sociable.
I am more trusting
I am more giving
I am more caring
I TEND NOT TO SWEAT THE LITTLE THINGS
In time and TIME only is when I will be strong enough once more to tear that wall down
Hopefully I will become invincible and that wall will crumble.
The wall will deteriorate into nothingness.
That the Bricklayers/cementers will go on strike permanently.
That it will never return and just remain a distant memory.
Thenn I will have found true friends
Then I will have found a true life
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We don't gnaw on our kitty We stroke our kitty I wanna pet the kitty
The Philly of da Hook Crew is in Effect!
