By Kyle Brooks 
They are telling each other
About my lost identity.
Listing my faults,
Selling my reason,
Breaking my motivation,
Telling me that I am different.

A room full of woes,
And the plumbing cannot stop the cement
Seeping through the cracks
In the plywood.
The walls begin to yell
As if I can't hear.
They tell me who used to be.
The walls are listening.
Listening to the ways that I have changed.