I can still hear the walls echo her story
A girl suffering between old Victorian halls
Anguish even well-built walls could not contain
So, they remind me of what they have seen
If these walls could talk
They would speak of mental-illness
Many homes have concealed
And neighbors have walked by,
Strangers to stigmas between
But the walls – they know what it means
The pounding of fists and blows
Onto painted brick
These walls, they were built for this
To survive and tell
To describe it well
And how could they forget the sound of rage
Still heard from inside their hollow cage?
They tell me sometimes we must fight for sanity
Shadow rapidly shifting in the night -
A struggle with self until daylight
White walls, they show so I can see
The real barrier was me
The walls always see those things hidden
It was between those Victorian walls
I learned how to not be the victim
But to fight for my sanity
So, the silent audience may see
And tell the story of overcoming adversity
Even if they only tell it to me
By Izzy Lala