Everyday I fight the walls I built,
That keep me in this hate and fear and guilt,

A thousand doors line the walls before me,
Doorknobs gleaming as if to taunt me,

Yet one by one I rush and open them wide,
Yet everytime I'm sorry to find nothing inside.

And the worst part is I'm the only person,
Who could possibly be to blame,
For I'm the one who built the prison,
When I'm thought it was a game.
Liptongal Liptongal
18-21, F
Jul 7, 2012