The Bricks that hurt the most.

My bricks are the days where I hurt most but I fake that I am okay.

My bricks are the days when all I want to do is curl up and cry.

My bricks are when I reach to the heavens for help but receive no answer.

My bricks are the fake friends that stab me in the back but I always go back to them cause who else would I go to.

My bricks are the days where I figure out my family is even more messed up then they seem to be.

My bricks are the lies told to my friends to receive their acceptance.

I am my own brick.

I try to look hard on the outside to hide what is really on the inside. 

I am a brick.

I am a friend that is dependable, sturdy and solid.

I am a brick.

I am the cornerstone brick of my family that holds us together when wind comes our way.

I am a brick.

As durable as I am there is still a possibility that I will break down.

I am a brick.

I'm awkward. I can't move, but I make for a great paper weight.

I am a BRICK.

                  

                      Underneath the hard shell that I portray 

                    I am a strong person who can take 

               anything that comes my way.