Title-Letting my walls down
Warning-A whole hell of a lot

                                 Walls..
They protect the broken
Those walls protect me
Those walls painted one by one
The first is pink
The second a smile
The last a plate
All things I try and shield myself from
The pink wall is all my gender stereotypes...it's covered in 'she' 'her' 'beautiful daughter' 'good girl' 'cook' 'clean'
The smile wall is covered in things people say to me... 'You'd be pretty if you smile more' 'No boy will love you if you don't smile' 'So many people have it worse'
The final wall is the largest and holds so many abusive words from myself...too many to count or list but let your mind describe the horrible names and words I call myself,all the shit I do.

I honestly try,I try,And try but some nights when I'm alone in my room I think..would the world be that much different without me?Would anyone really care?I mean why would they,I haven't done anything good with my life.

But,one person..
One special person makes me feel complete...
They make me feel like they crafted the sun...they show that they care..
That person is...