Echoes

When silence creeps in my voice grows louder,
Echoing more than I can comprehend.
And these walls,
these tear stained walls,
builts so high;almost unbreakable.
These walls seal in the sounds,
of anger,
rage,
fury,
hate.
But finally they crack,
crumble to the ground.
Crumbled down by its own force.
And out of these walls my voice drowns,
Fear of being heard,
being seen,and so I hide.
Too late.
As the world looks around,closes me in.
With nowhere to run,I hide behind a smile.
And the voices drown in my laugh.
Fake.
Slowly I rebuild.
My wall of icey-tears stands tall again.
And as the world is shut out,my voice comes out.
Echoes grow,but with nowhere to go.
Encaved in these walls.
Finally I can. . .
lose the smile,
unfake my laugh,
let out the tears,
face my fears.
Breakdown and build-up again,
Cry and fall on my face.
Finally,I can scream,
and fade in the echoes of my wall,
until the sun rises and melts them down,
and the echoes drown in me. . .