…it aint brick

…sometimes it feels like everything’s brick-

the walls, the windows, the doors-

everything’s brick-

so no one hears the chaos, or knows the home is here-

so no one lends a hand-

but every now and then, I realize it isn’t-

it ain’t brick-

no brick wall, no window, no door-

and they hear the chaos loud n’ clear-

but no one lends a hand

because no one cares to.

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