The Wall

This poem tells about a wall that I have built, in order to hide myself from the world.

How much can I hold inside before I turn to STONE?
I have built a wall so high, that I would break my bones-
if I were to decide to fly, from top, to down below.
This wall makes certain I can hide, from all I can’t control;
It also stands a sly disguise for what is in my soul.
It acts as sturdy window blinds, so I am not exposed, and,
It’s privacy brings peace of mind, when I can’t hold my own...

This wall that I have grown...