These four walls are my only solace, my shelter from the world outside,
While others would say that they feel trapped, I feel safer when I hide.
These four walls are my sanctuary, no other can I call my home,
I sit crouched inside, deep in my own shadow, blissfully alone.
These four walls house the writings of my heart, the emotions I wish to withhold,
The anxiety that curses threw my veins, the stories I've never told.
These four walls are not concrete or stone, but further hidden inside,
These four walls are the prison chamber for the devil in my mind.
~Via
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