Inside Walls
I'm always inside
Inside my room,
Inside my mind,
Inside my shell,
Can't seem to get outside of myself
Even when crowds are loud, their presence confines me,
I'm trying to rise but not allowed,
crowds mock me like a cloud, hovering over me as I search for walls to shield me,
from groups of eyes raining on my naked solitude,
which is magnified when surrouded by groups of five,
I'll cloth my solitude with closed doors,
I'll cover my mind with six walls,
inside these walls my inner self becomes my outer self
I wish I could be myself outside these walls
but I'm locked inside myself.
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