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I build walls

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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
Or reveal
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,
Silent lies,
Walls that even block my eyes
From the tears I might have cried.

I build walls:
Walls that never let me
Truly touch
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

acting along

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

towering high

hiding feelings

hiding truth

hiding me

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



Secret garden

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



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