Bricks.
Bricks build walls.
They create homes & workplaces.
Bricks break Windows.
They destroy toy cars & brain health.
Bricks.
Of all things I could be.
I find myself relating to a brick.
A dense, cold brick.
Kind of like my soul right?
Nah.
On the outside, maybe.
Bricks.
People look at me like I'm a brick.
Like I'm cold, rough and sharp.
That I'm not easily offended or hurt.
Wrong.
Bricks.
But how false they are.
The outside appearance is just a shell.
& the inside never reveals its secrets.
That's how Brick Human Nature goes I suppose.
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