A piece of my life, expressed in poetry. Within these four walls I pray, that I'll be strong enough to see another day. My confidence shattered, my life a mess, will I ever be free from this stress. Within these four walls, my sanctuary, my home, I isolate, with the overwhelming need to be alone. Alone in my thoughts, these walls keep me contained, though I can't hide forever..some secrets remain. Within these four walls, I stay. Hidden from the bullies encountered yesterday. Their words, the rumors spread, fighting back is sometimes worse than being dead. Within these four walls, my pain is free. Take a look, you'll see that hate only makes pain worse. How can I express this without ending up riding in the back of a hearse. Behind these four walls is a person..Me.