I went through a spiritual journey trying to find, understand and most importantly, love me. I had a few dark days and one of those dark days birthed the poem White Walls. This piece is dedicated to that moment and contains an excerpt from the full poem.

Depression sets in
Aggression manipulates me
She wants me angry, vengeful, hateful
I will not give in
They control my mind
Grab me from behind
My soul feels caged
I need to break free
I need to be me
I cannot conform
Who needs a reform
The voices, they come around me
Asking me to clean my surroundings
I hate this place,
I feel misplaced
I shout through my veils of lace
I don’t feel like cleaning this shit hole
So shut your pie hole, you asshole!
In my white walls I wish you could see
What it takes to really be me
Allow me make my mistakes
Allow me do what it takes
Allow me… even if I break
I’m close to the key
I need to break free
Free from this bondage
Mental, emotional, physical
Yes, they surround me
I need to break free.
The sound of metal through the silence
It rings like keys
I need to break free
In my white walls you can’t understand me
It takes a lot to really be me