The Little Things

In my mind,
its the little things,
joining, and merging,
that create the wall of sadness,
by themselves they are small, meaningless doubts,
They always begin,
as small unimportant thoughts,
but in the darkness,
the loneliness of night,
my mind recalls them,
deciphers them,
one small detail at a time.

Until that friendly smile,
becomes a smirk,
laughing at my problems,
waiting for me to stumble and fall.

One small detail at a time,
until the world its self hates me,
until i hate myself,
for who i am,
i make the world hate me,
no one else,
me.

One small detail at a time,
brick by brick,
i build my wall,
my wall of hatred,
my wall of sadness,
my wall of desolation,
a wall to block the world from me,
or to block me from the world.
But no matter how hard i try,
i cant block my self out.

So here i sit,
all alone,
safely behind my wall,
safe from everyone but me.
With the endless doubts swirling in the depths of my mind.