Infiltrate

In their eyes

is despise

from rejection and lies. 

They devise

to remove and refrain. 

Behind thick walls of steel

far away from what is real,

no need to feel;

or heal.

They conceal

what is deep in the core;

there’s a war.

And what’s more

is they shy from the door, 

eyes to floor, face to ground. 

Glancing back, or around,

but not up, not ahead.

Motivation -it’s said-

is found absent or dead,

so they believe in their head

what has been labelled in red.

That they’re:

“lazy” and “mean”

“aggressive”, “obscene”

“lacking empathy and care”

“out to scare”

“they abuse”

“likely use .. into drugs”

“violent thugs”

“they’ve no fear”

.. but they hear

what is said, becomes labelled in red. 

And engrained in their heads.

And on the walls

built so strong

to protect 

what they feel, that they feel

what is real:

broken hearts, torn apart by distrust

hope, to rust.

they’ve adjusted

to no expectations, no relations

survival.

the world as a rival

betrayal, as a lens

for potential 

for mending what has broken.

Outspoken,

their exhale is tension

that breeds apprehension

to act, to respond.

Infiltration

beyond those strong walls.