I've held conversations with my four walls
From childhood to adulthood
Failures to achievements, I've said it all
Even though I like to think they understood
They resonate the emotions I've held in
Hidden away my skeletons and darkest sins
It's here I begin to question my mentality
Wondering how far I am from reality
They're so willing to give me a seat
Allowing me to vent and be discrete
There's no formal way in which we meet
I embrace the emptiness and feel complete
We held so many conversations over the years
Even when my outburst turns into tears
Me being alone, I guess you can say I'm addicted
But when you have no one to trust, your mind slowly becomes twisted
©trishalove