the walls
how they stand so strong and tall.
but piece by piece, they begin to crumble and fall.

the pile on the ground
individually not making a sound.
but as the pile grows
everything becomes exposed.

my troubles, my worries,
my fears, they scurry.
running quickly in my mind.

the more they run,
the more everything becomes undone.
you can't run & hide.
my anxiety will find me,
and make me feel as if i've died.

though i know that feeling well.
death lurking its ugly head,
leaving me to swell,
the fear i feel
its inevitable to happen,
for my heart to be out to steal.

leaving me with nothing of my own.
so i must protect myself
by wielding a heart of stone.

these worries i hold,
they are reflexive, they are outgoing,
they are quick, they are bold.

the bolder they grow,
the more they show.
and my worries turn into problems,
which turn into trouble,
which end in chaos.

the walls,
how they stand so strong and tall.
but piece by piece,
they begin to crumble and fall.