Listen, can you hear it? Does its echo bounce across the miles?
How the earth must quake with such force.
Yet I hear nothing, feel no such quake within these walls in which I dwell.
A prisoner of my own mind, from the proof displayed to the outside world.
Festering inside, tormented by whirlwinds of thought.
Alone I sit, amidst the cold, dark stone walls of this room in which I have bound myself.
Trapped in the stays of a strait jacket, long gone the struggle to escape.
This room has become my haven, my armor against the self-inflicting disasters I put upon my world.
Unable to see the chaos I bring.
The power of my emotions remains hidden from my consciousness.
Forever blind to the effects I cause as waves crash upon unsuspecting victims as they gaze in awe and wonder.
Such agony within, I tremble with want.
Knowing full well I must continue to keep myself bound within, preventing the destruction of those who get too close.
What torment, to be empowered with such love and desire.
Desperate for the chance to unleash the flame, for somebody able to withstand the heat.
Forever unable to act upon the intense emotions hibernating within.
I fear such weight on another would be crushing, I want not such sacrifice.
Under all the layers I have built to keep you safe, their lies my most inner fear.
The complete destruction of my heart and soul.
For without one to see the truth, embracing the heat through eyes burning from smoke,
without this, my soul shall wither and die.
Alone I remain, trapped inside my own inner prison.
But through all the havoc I wreck, a glimmer of hope remains.
Buried so deep inside, it cannot be extinguished.
Such hope as this, I keep hidden, not allowing it to fester, to catch flame.
For if one overcomes the odds, stands as the battle is fought around him,
he is oblivious to the tact the worst it yet to come.
For though a battle may be won, the war still rages within.
Those who have begun to see me, the real me,
will now be forced to watch as I proceed to bury myself alive.
I will push and I will pull, begin to question the sincerity of your heart,
the depth of belief you give unto me.
Constant fears and distrust in myself never cease to begin my end.
For if my room were to be opened to the light, and the stays of my jacket loosened, untied,
I would be free to act, free to feel, behave as I like.
To finally feel the earth tremble and quake as headlong I run circling wide.
Creating chaos upon the life that you built,
destroying your faith that love still exists.
You give me an inch, I take a mile, not knowing when to quit,
savoring life.
Beware of getting close enough to see inside my room of stone,
for this is my prison,
keeping us all safe from what it is locked within.
