Sweat followed by hurried breath,
Muscles shaking as my thoughts are baking,
Pushing to the birth of new works,
Through a barrage of looks.
These outsiders trying to be insiders,
Judging me like they be knowing me,
Bringing hooks for the hanging,
Leaving me dangling.
They don't know these walls,
Molded by the emboldened,
Erected and crafted,
To beat the expectations of underestimation.
Seeing blood that boils,
Ceaseless toils,
Flawless walls,
The beast that feasts on their mind's decree.
