These Four Walls

Emotions and secrets often get trapped inside as I close and lock my door,

afraid they'll spill out into the world that shouldn't know.

I am often alone sharing my feeling to nothing but the four walls that surround me.

Hoping I'll feel solace,

but being suffocated by endless thoughts.

The walls hear my cries as I fill with doubt and anguish. 

They can only absorb so much before they throw back my secrets in mockery.

Curled up, I am trapped with nowhere to go. 

I can no longer stay pent up in my room.

I am my own source of self destruction.