Walls

Have you ever felt like you were misjudged? Are your walls up so that no one, not even you can see how you're feeling? Do you ever look blank and empty minded, but in reality there's a war going on in your head? The good guys being your real thoughts, and the opponent being the guilt, the shame, the hate, the insecurities, and the anxiety.
In this poem I am describing a person who has their struggles locked away in their own private house, living in luxury while they are trying to tear it down.