Within these walls I feel safe
From their stares and their glares to all that I compare
It’s a quiet spot from where I can dream
It hasn’t always been this way
And in my heart I sense an ache for sight of the foreign landscape
Their smiles and comforts and strength
Within these walls I am captive
To disparity, singularity, and creativity
I am a stranger to myself and the world around me
Poignant. Was just talking about this earlier in the week - how the walls we build to protect ourselves eventually become oppressive.
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