walls

It’s too loud where I live,
Also too quiet.
It is so cluttered, and yet feels utterly
Empty.

I’ve been building walls,  
to keep people out,
But little did I know,
That I’ve boarded myself in.
 
I keep running,
scratching at the walls
 for an escape,
 but I realized that,
 
There is no escape.
 
Unless,
I break down my defenses.
So I stop running.
Wielding an axe,
I turn to face the
destruction that I've built.