A hole in the Wall

She tries to hide it all,
to appear stony and strong
and feels a sense of pride
when she holds back her cries.
Yet she feels disappointment
when she's labelled cold hearted,
sadness that no-one can see
past her translucent shield.
Does no-one care to take a peek
into her world where she is weak
where she longs to be protected
instead of being neglected?
She builds her wall as a test
to distinguish from the rest
those who truly care for her
rather than pretending to bother.
Now almost trapped in her own trap
she waits, looking through the gap,
through the hole in her protective wall,
for someone to break it- stones, bricks, et all.