You had drawn a line

And named it walls

A sheild I named fear

Of what, I was not sure

Yet as I grew to know you

And as your words began to run

The lines became transparent

And the fury echoed through the rooms

Rage that had been caged away

If anger could kill, you would be dead

How could you hate yourself so much?

My idea of perfection

The picture of beauty

Deemed itself ugly

Hid behind its own opinion

Invisible from judgement

And so the truth finally

Came to light