Me And My Merry Men

• Freya Hill, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2013

Sometimes i feel like my walls are crumbling from the inside out

Sometimes i break

and the tiny merry men inside of me scurry about

Fixing the gaping hole before anyone sees

Some days my merry men

fix the hole before it's too big

But sometimes my merry men forget

and the hole inside of me

it rises to the surface

shrieking and tearing at my outsides

revealing my mauled insides

people don't know what to think

but my merry men realise their mistake

they run

carrying the bricks and foundations to fix me

bricks on self-preservation

foundations of protection

and the hole that reveals my despairing, withering insides is gone

closed to the world

so no one can see who i truly am

and how i feel