The walls that make my castle, were built by my own hand,
Built to protect myself inside, from a world I can’t understand.
From a world that never understood me, or ever gave a care,
so these walls went up in a hurry, within the depths of my despair.
I fortified their foundations, and built them stone by stone,
Never realizing all along, that they would leave me all alone.
When someone tried to get in, I felt as though it was an attack,
And so I’d build another wall, to push them further back.
But now when I stand upon the ramparts, all I see within my gaze,
Is an infinite expanse of walls, like a never ending maze.
This maze doesn’t lead to the middle, or even from the middle out,
Just a barrage of constant dead ends, that make me cry and shout.
I never wanted this, I thought I’d be safe inside my shell,
But now the walls are burning, and I’m dying in this hell.
I didn’t want it to end like this, I just didn’t want to feel the pain,
But now my castle has become my tomb, and I’m dying here in vain.
Collection: Pictures & Poetry (picture's description contains a poem)