The Wall in the Tunnel It's hard to avoid your worst enemy when it’s a part of you Regardless of whether or not it’s a part of you that is desirable. You must lug it around with it serving as a constant reminder That you aren’t who you want to be. That you aren’t handsome or pretty. And the only way to get rid of this ball and chain like mass Is to tell things that you don’t want to To people who you don’t trust to not kick you out When you tell them that your hurting because of this. Despite the fact that it is a conversation that you have in your head almost every night When you lie down in bed wondering if you are in the right For feeling this way. But if by some miracle of the ungodly You come to the realization that it is ok to feel this way, If your opinion on the world starts to sway Towards the light of day But then suddenly just as you start to reach for the light your taken aback by something A brick wall leering tall right in front of you You can only barely see the light through the cracks in the red rock And painted in big, crude letters on the bricks is the word adults. You think to yourself “why do they care” You've already told your friends, Everyone at school they don’t care So why do the adults seem like grizzly bears? And you ponder this for days, Trying to form a case for the other side Trying to figure out why, Why are they unsupportive? Then one day it dawns upon you, You say to yourself, “It’s the way they were raised.”
