Vandalism

There is vandalism on my heart,

Where people come and make scars.

They Break in through the barriers I’ve made and carve out their name.

Tear it apart until my heart is a grave.

Everyone comes and leaves their mark by spray painting the edges until my soul is dark.

If I just didn’t let them use my heart as a park, maybe it wouldn’t have gone too far.

They create a sweet spark, then leave like I’m nothing in their getaway car.

I need a security guard, to push people away from my heart.

Chains to prevent my feelings from escaping, because that’s where the vandals start. 

Like a school bathroom, dangerous words are engraved and will never go away.

Pieces are stolen, and messes are made.

I’m just the janitor, removing the vandalism until my motivation fades.

Letting people in caused destructuction, leaving my soul acing for aid.

And the ruins of my mind, is just the price I paid.