The winds howl inside of me,
As I watch the storm through the window,
There is something within me,
I can hear its voice echo. 
Maybe it’s the wall I keep seeing on my rambles,
The wall which keeps me,
From trying to understand!
The voice keeps growing louder,
And it becomes faint when I’m near it. 
It wants me to let it out,
But I can’t get anywhere near it. 
My inhibitions keep me from speaking,
As I’m scared of judgements. 
For who knows what’s cooped up inside me,
I shudder just at the thought of uncovering it.


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