Boxed In

My pulse is racing.

Tears.

I've been trying to keep it well hidden behind my eyes.

The noise.

It's been getting louder these days.

That noise.

I thought ignoring it could eventually make it go.

That noise.

It watches me like a helpless prey.

Then it pounces at my sleep.

The time I least expect it's attack.

My words.

Are like whispers on the wall hunting me.

These words.

Are imprisoned in my head for me to mull over.

These words.

Have turned darker and darker.

These words need to be out.

My mind.

Stops me from letting out any word.

This mind.

Has lost it's trust.

This mind has made a prison out of my head.

The only window to my words is my eyes.

My eyes.

Speaks of my sadness no matter how I hide.

These eyes.

I wish were hidden somehow.

For I don't want to think that I feel.

But I need to feel.

The pain.

It's more than what I deserve.

This pain.

I've tried to keep to myself.

My mind has made up words for this pain.

But my avoidance has made this pain so heavy.

Now it's unbearable.

My actions.

Have been innocent from the start.

But their noise.

Sent me running the other side.

I can't deal with the noise they make.

The type of noise that can drown a weary soul.

The type of noise that they've used to torture me.

The type of noise that I've been so eagerly ignoring.

Now I just want to speak.

To speak against the noise.

My words have stayed prison inside my head long enough.

My mind's had enough.

My pulse is racing.

This tender act of justice is quenching me.

Like water.

Like warm water that embraces me.