Walls

I can’t see them, yet they’re there,
These prison walls at which they stare.
Built of glass they seal me in,
And keep my savior from coming within.

I built these walls to keep me safe,
But now they will not leave.
And when I try to knock them down,
They never want to weaken.

Although I try to dissipate, to make them fall away,
Those around me hold them there,
Because they expect them,
Know them,
Don’t want me to change.

I can change:
My hair,
My clothes,
My faith,
My face,

But still they’re there,
You hold me to,
The walls that I create.