I'm surrounded by these four walls,
My thoughts bouncing off of them;
Loud and clear.
I find comfort in these four walls,
Knowing that my cries for help never leave,
That when I wail at night no one can get to me.
I also feel trapped by these four walls,
They make me feel small,
The white colour blinding me when I come up for air each time.
But these four walls know me better than anyone else here,
They know the real me.
Because when I leave these four walls every morning,
I leave as a new me.
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
I'm surrounded by these four walls,
My thoughts bouncing off of them;
Loud and clear.
I find comfort in these four walls,
Knowing that my cries for help never leave,
That when I wail at night no one can get to me.
I also feel trapped by these four walls,
They make me feel small,
The white colour blinding me when I come up for air each time.
But these four walls know me better than anyone else here,
They know the real me.
Because when I leave these four walls every morning,
I leave as a new me.
its been a while since I've written on this website. it feels odd to be back.
I hope this poem makes sense in some way.
