Poetry For People

Walls and Doors

I used to be a normal home

one of joy and happiness

love and loyalty

It was only when so

many people shut the door

and rattled the walls

that I realized 

how weak the foundation

really was

I feel like a doormat

being stepped on

replaced

So when the walls 

and doors

came crashing down

I build a fortress

one of stones and cement

cold and suffering

A place

that would never need

a doormat

I know you'll

be mad when

I don't take you back

But I'm sick and tired

of being just

a doormat

I know you'll be mad

when you come running

home

you'll blame me for

shutting the door

except you forget

that you're the one who

built the fortress around 

my heart

~N