A Wall Called "Don't Be An Idiot" In The Lake Of "This Is Where You Drown"

Sometimes it sounds fun to delve headfirst into a lake of emotions

Just treading over every feeling that name makes me feel

Anger, sorrow, betrayal, fondness, warm stuff, a kind of love

It would be so enjoyable to just lay there, in the sun of drama

I stand at the edge of the rippling lake, it splashing between my toes

In the distance I can see that face, smiling, and waving for me to join

I grin and run in until the water hits my knees then I freeze, chilled

It's like getting hit with a wall of memories, a wall called, “Don't Be An Idiot”

This water feels far too familiar on my skin, seeping into my soul

“Don't you remember what happened last time? Don't lie to yourself again.”

This wall could speak, and its words I knew were far too true; I hated that

I hated that I needed a wall to run into to smack some logic and Truth into my heart

But that face smiled again and my foolish fickle heart melted as always

“Idiot. This is where you drown.” This wall wasn't very nice.

But sometimes the truth isn't nice, sadly. Sometimes that's my own fault

So I stood there and watched that face float further away into darkness

I sat back on the shoreline, throwing stones, creating ripple effects

“Don't you know you'll drown again if you keep waiting here? Go!”

I stood and chucked a heavy stone at that wall for I hated its words

But then I left. Because sometimes your heart needs a Brain to function

I'd like to say I've forgotten about that lake and its face, but no

I haven't gone back since but in my room hangs a painting

Of a lake with a face, but the face is my own, drowning in blood

With the inscription: “You would have drowned here. Well done. Go in peace.”