walls

what's important
to me

is gaudy to you

what's true
to me

is unreal to you

paper can only listen
so much

am i always
to keep a blacklist?

i fight
tooth and nail
for a little peace

but the calm
i get
lies flat
at the bottom of
my heart

while lavish praises
ring in my ears

from vessels
in my past

i'm at a crossroads
between what
i am

and what i wanted
to be

fleeing from
my natural self

just to fit in
a square
i may never see out
of

what's the truth
in that?

(blind)

inspired by this prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-april-pad-challenge-day-15