No, my mind is like a house.
Not just walls surrounding me,
But with roof and basement.
I kept throwing words into the basement.
Sorrows packed along with anger.
All down there.

The more i kept locked,
The less i worry and lived on.
Slowly the words crept through the floors.
But i didn't get rid of it,
Just moved myself to upstairs.

Those words formed itself.
Some being with all I'm scared of.
I locked myself in a room and try to be safe.
I got to admit, I'm just emotionally scared.
It kept knocking, banging on the doors ;
The walls and the floors.

It knows no stop nor do I know its weakness.
As I've never faced it before,
Never tried to learn about it.
And now it's claiming its territory.

The door slowly cracks,
Bit by bit I'm shaterred from within.
All i can hear is its voice.
Wanting to get out,
Wanting to be in control.
Until it got in.

-HIY