Walls

These walls before me
Have taken by best efforts.
All my feelings inside,
I've hidden away for so long.

The happiness around me,
I've done my best to ignore.
The love given to me,
I've chosen not to accepted.

These walls I have built
Have taken me many years.
Each year they've grown stronger
And enclosed me more and more.

Those walls I placed before myself
Prevented me from my family;
Those who love me...
Couldn't see but felt my walls.

My hands rip at the walls,
Day by day I chip away,
But, what was built foot by foot,
I now break down inch by inch.

My hands hit the walls,
And my flesh is bloodied and torn.
It was hard work to isolate myself.
Harder yet to be free.

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