Hopeloos. Heerlik. Hemels.
I once found this poem from this wonderful website containing free worksheets and more. Using it as the theme for an informal class discussion a couple of years ago, it has become an annual event in the Grade 9 poetry class.
We follow up the discussion with an anonymous poetry writing exercise- each girl interpreting the topic, drawing from own experience and/or close encounters in their families or peer groups.
Every year I am stunned by the results.
I build walls:
Walls that protect,
Walls that shield,
Walls that say I shall not yield
Who I am or how I feel.
I build walls:
Walls that hide,
Walls that cover what's inside,
Walls that stare or smile or look away,
Walls that even block my eyes
From the tears I might have cried.
I build walls:
Walls that never let me
Those I love so very much.
Walls that need to fall!
Walls meant to be fortresses
Are prisons after all.
A friendly laugh,
a flirty wink,
are not the ways that I truly think.
Giving a hug
humming the beat of an old favourite song,
but inside I see the truth,
the real me behind a magnifiying scope,
lies a girl who lost all hope.
I hide it all behind my wall
The pain, the shame, all in all
Another hit, another kick
Thick blue dark marks, all over my legs and arms
You do know how much they harm
Still you fall for their charm
But I'll hide it and confide it
All behind my wall
I have a disguise, one that hides my true feelings, the cries inside;
that protects me from a broken heart,
tears and pain.
A disguise that shows no emotions, sorrow or pain.
A disguise to protect what's hiding
Everything based on lies.
This is a wall.
This is a wall full of sadness, anger and pain,
but please, don't think it is lame, because this is my wall.
This is a wall that hides the happiness and smiles,
but this is a wall that holds the truth.
This is a wall that I struggle to break down.
This is a wall that holds me back
from going forward.
This is a wall that changed my life forever.
This is a wall that will never be the same,
This is a wall
and it is mine.
I build myself up just to have someone knock me down
I am excentric, always smiling, laughing,
but inside I am just black, filled with sadness and emotions I can't control
Don't let them see the real me
because the real me would shock them.
She is frowning about every mistake,
every misfortune, every comment,
every hurtful remark.
I am not who I portray-
I am the me I wish to be.
I put on my make-up.
I put on my smile.
I put on my fancy clothes.
Then I'm the happiest person
in the world, but under that smile,
when the sun goes down
and the moon glows...
I let the tears falll and
sometimes wonder how
I built these walls.
Ordinary and dull
one of many
in shadows dark
they remain hidden
behind the wall
They judged me on how I looked and what I did. I tried to change, I tried to be different. It didn't work. I could change myself to make others happy. I took off my mask, my disguise. I'm done hiding.
Live behind walls
Not as easy as it sounds
These walls protect me from heartache and tears
These walls conceal me from my fears
They also conceal a part of me that I let nobody see
The part that I am most afraid of when I dream
I locked it up in a little box and put it far away
And it will stay this way
Unless someone breaks down my walls and finds the key
a black circle
surrounded with yellow petals
the sun growing on a stem
in the secret garden
a hidden emerald gem
caged within the four walls
the walls so very high
that you can't see anything
form the outside
it is as if spring had
been imprisoned to the maze
between the walls
and an eternal winter
occurring on the outside
sometimes the most whithered weeds
hide the true beauty deep within
some secret gardens
have walls hiding it