Walls

I build myself in
My world within walls
Surrounded by things that I need,
Things made from plastic
Things made from steel
That keep me company when no-one is near.

When I leave
I run back up the stairs 5 times
To make sure nothing is on fire,
I check the door 3 times.

I am nervous about leaving my walls and my mirage.
The idea of the outside world
Send shivers down my spine.

I stand in the cold,
Wait on the train
Thinking of all the possible ways in which my walls could fall,
But as soon as I step on the train
The walls are far away
And I wish to never return.