Our Walls (An Original Poem)

The more I ask myself, the more I have no clue
What is my wall? It spins deep in my head
Or it spins my brain, and I roll in my bed
What is my wall? It is now what I ask you.

Guide me through my own trip to know the truth
Help me to know what is the wall I look for
I go back in time just to meet my own youth
And scared I got with the answer and much more.

The walls I built were in silence one by one
Day by day, in endless work, I blocked myself up
Pretending to live protected from the scum.

And now that I know what I did with my choice
The walls that I built have names and now I fear
That I can’t destroy them with my own weak voice.

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Author: @manandezo