Building fences

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inner workings

A big tear

    running down the surface.

A picket fence

    is just the beginning...

you know.

    You're walking again.

They stand and watch

    waiting for the fall.

You say that your inside is melting.

They don't understand what that means.

    You cry a lot now.

Sounds familiar...yes?

    They don't know why.

You say that forgiving

    condemns you...

You know you're going

    straight to Hell.

Why do you need that fence?

    You shouldn't.

Not here, not anymore.

    A picket fence

is just the beginning...

    You know.

A concrete, barbed fence

    is just a few tears away.

It doesn't add up

    they say.

They want you to forget...

ignore...

deny...

They don't understand

They don't want to.

They say you aren't right...

But what did they ever know

anyway?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one is about being as my boyfriend puts it, "emotionally advanced".

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