BRICKS ARE HEAVY

My bones are bricks made of lead; My skin is just the sticky stuff holding them together.

Bricks that weigh me down and collapse into a pile at the end of the day.

Bricks that make me feel heavy, like there's an unbearable weight on my chest.

206 bricks in my body with each weighing 6 pounds making me 1,236 lbs of emotional weight;

206 bones in my body with each weighing less a pound making me 130 lbs of actual weight.

How can I only be 10% real of the other 90% I feel?

10% is what you see with 90% below the surface.

90% is the barrier bricks build around real feeling with a trap door inside sending you down a spiraling staircase of emotion.

Emotion so raw and unseen too powerful to release; Concealed and never forgotten these nagging emotions never do cease to let go of their hold on me.

Tearing me down brick by brick my wall of insides left with empty holes only to be filled with chilling winds.

My wall begins to stagger, then crumbles and falls.

Each brick as motionless as before, my wall lays broken and in pieces on the floor.

People don't stop to rebuild me, and instead walk over that 90% of me that lays broken and exposed.

That 90% of me is ignored the same as when I kept it hidden from others.

So what's the point in hiding anymore?