A life of lonely time hidden, behind closed doors,
My body is free to move where it pleases,
Yet in the layers of my skin I’m enclosed,
Drowning in words that I think, but refuse to be voiced.
Enclosed within my heart, and within my head,
My voice is loud within, yet silenced outside,
Fears present as obstacles, unobtainable, untried.
With every breath drawn, my soul, it dies.
Each word I utter in falsehood,
Breaks my heart a little more,
For my true self is trapped, in a deep space enclosed,
In a room with no windows, no doors.
Thick as the barriers surrounding my heart,
Are these unyielding, imprisoning walls,
A scream that echoes only within the room wherein,
I am trapped, unheard by all.
The person keeping me here is none but myself,
Watching every word, every course I pursue.
Yet the one who makes me inferior,
In the end, it is you.
