My father is a man of brick
Stone and mortar
My mother
a woman of pure raw emotion
I am a product of that poisonous union
A man-child constantly at war with himself
Full of angels and devils
Pushing skyward and pulling ever down
I feel but can not empathize
This is the way of my world
I build walls and dare you to tear them down
Then curse you when you do
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