Behind These Walls

There are things about me

that nobody knows.

Which can't be said

through a poem or a prose.

The wars I have fought

and the ones I still fight

behind these walls

never see the light.

I have lost my life

many a time

and have been brought back

through reason and rhyme.

It is cold and harsh

in the battlefield.

Words are my weapons

and my shield.

Everyday is a battle

behind these walls.

Silence is the response

to my cries and calls.

I am lonely

and I am scared.

I remind myself that

nobody cared.

The trick is not

to let anyone know.

To hide your emotions.

Don't let them show.

It hurts so much.

But I am brave

and I remind myself

love is all I crave.

Yet, it never ends,

the war behind these walls.

Not unless, of course,

one of us falls.

The wounds and scars,

they never heal.

Misery is all

I ever feel.

It tears me down,

part by part

until there's nothing left

of my weary heart.

It shatters my spirit

but no one shall know.

The war behind these walls

shall never show.