The Wall

What stands in my way?
I feel my organs swell inside
Gorged with sweet blood
Sweet blood that isn't mine

What stands in my way?
I hold my head up so high
A clear lack of concentration
As I choke on my damn pride

What stands in my way?
Indignity for love and life?
Rocks and stones stacked like walls
Built to isolate in spite?

What stands in my way?
Waiting for winds to subside
I can't keep going on believing
That all things will heal in time

What stands in my way?
Self-corrected and contrite
Perhaps my vision here is tainted
But this body can't be mine

What stands in my way?
I fear I've become the poster child
Of uncertainty and treason
The more I open up my mind

What stands in my way?
I'm not sure what's yours or mine
The walls keep getting thicker
Further from what lies behind

What stands in my way?
There is nothing here to hide
I think I recognize myself
But locked doors keep me outside

What stands in my way?
Now I'm really sure inside
This sweet blood is not yours
This life is wholly mine