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Behind These 4 Walls

 

Behind these four walls
I am the prisoner
Only I hold the keys
The ties that bind me
bound by my two hands
Are made from my fears of the outside world,

My insecurities nail my hands to the wall.

Behind these four walls
I rage against my chains
My cries go unheard
As the silence

I gave my freedom up for echoes
Down the empty halls,
Yet, I feel a tug of pleasure
That no one answers behind these four walls 

 

Behind these four walls
I am a prisoner of my own insecurities.
my face I must hide from judgement

I can see on faces of those I love,

My own face is there.
My voice I must silence
For they just can't hear the pain I hide so well.

Behind these four walls
I am free from sounds that make me ill
I am free of people who hurt my soul
I am free from the lights that burn my eyes
All the while, my eyes shed tears
For the days I was able to go beyond thesefour walls. 

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