The Fortress
These walls, this fortress, built beyond my sight,
Once open wide, now towering in might.
A palace that once knew only peace,
Now braces for each attack, as defenses never cease.
A crack forms in the gate, exposing the truth,
Revealing the mask I’ve hidden since youth.
Each day feels like a siege on my soul,
Within this fortress, where echoes call and toll.
Is it wrong to lock these doors so tight?
To guard my heart, to brace for every fight?
Strength lies in holding what's truly mine—
But why does guilt seep through every time?
I loathe this change, but here I stand,
A fortress of sorrow, built by my hand.