the construction of an ivory tower

it begins there with a foundation
lack of attention from father and mother
then finding out Santa Claus isn't real
the Easter Bunny, just for another
the second layer is that of lost faith
and the pain suffered from a friend
the echos of the lying
betrayal over and over again

the third layer is built of growing older
seeing things that make you scoff
learning to look for bad in life
the teacher took the whole year off

learning what's real, making the fourth
climbing but the grabbing at your waist
holding you back and swinging by
the air, in smoke, lost of taste

The fifth is layered in lost love
with the inner core being hell
and the reality of living is nearly as bad
as dying, so goes up the shell

to shield you from the people
and the pain of being real
no one else can see it all
in that particular shade of teal

topping the tower where the world goes away
and frustration can be halted for another day

dealing with the reality of this world
like an acorn tree that harbors the squirrel

soon frozen by winter snow
that ivory towers melt below.