My Battle

These walls

Have eyes.

They watch my every move and take note.

Where I go. 

What I feel.

My silence.

My voice.

Do I deserve this constant monitor?

Or is it a trap?

Are my days knowing I'm alone over?

Or will it just be another trick?

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