I need someone to read my thoughts,
and understand why I build my walls.
I need someone to understand,
why I walk these empty halls.
They could be decorated with famous art,
or painted to lighten the corridor.
But the walls are barren and colorless,
and this hallway lacks a door.
I hear voices outside the walls,
asking how I am inside,
I try to give an honest answer,
but my feelings I do hide.
If I ever spoke the truth,
that would destroy my empty hall.
It would destroy everything I know,
every single sullen wall.
It would hurt those whose voices I hear,
and would leave me all alone.
At this point I don't know if that'd be so bad,
it's all I've ever known.
