A wall...
It's a wall we build to hide the other side of ourselves from our view. On either side we hide all those who we are who we would rather not be Our ideals straddle this wall like some eggman waiting to fall but all along firmly glued to the spot We are what we are not we fail to see too often the other side of this contradiction Our loving ideals reduced to pure fictions on either side of our divide from our truths we must hide unpleasant to see the inability to live up to what we claim incapable of focus, we end up lame Yet no one is perfect and better to be honest at least in bright daylight with open eyes ready to see that we aspire and fail, but not for lack of trying it's because we are cracked and involuntarily lying it hurts too much to see ourselves as all that which we think "not me" but it doesn't end there it never ends, the best would be to become an honest friend to the people on the other side o