I write and write my own peoms and I think I really good at it!If these walls could talk,you'd know my body is dead,my mind has been taken over,that's why I am so scared,I can't control it,anger is making me blind,I've been left here on my ownchained to a hate of some kind.If these walls could talk,you'd know about my fears,about all those nights I screamed for help,about all my fallen tears.You'd know about the demonshaunting me at night,you'd be able to help mekeep my fire alight.If these walls could talkthey would say that it's all right,God sends His angelsto look over me at night.They'd encourage me,say though I am aloneit doesn't mean I‘m on my own.He watches me, from aboveand showers me with all His love,if only these walls could talk.