Four angry walls, their arms grabbing at me. They grab my heart, trying to strip me of myself. They grab my tongue, to remind me of the words they weren’t allowed to speak. They grab my ears, the ears that chose not to hear their cries. They grab my brain, poking and prodding. Hoping to find some humanity. I stood before the 4 unsatisfied walls. As empty as them. As angry as them. I screamed at the walls. Their arms pulled me in. My eyes were the only thing they left. Purposefully placed, so that I could see, that I have always been the 4 screaming, angry, empty, unsatisfied walls.