Bricks

[Semicircle]

we all erect a personal wall
and crawl behind to be small
brick by brick, the wall you adore.             
scorned, building till the mind is sore
but at what point did you notice there’s no door?
blocked so much it pains your core
locked in the dark afraid of light 
afraid to lose my inner flight.      ….Flight is a strange choice of words considering you’re behind a wall.
hatred and prejudice reinforce this wall
bricks donated by you all
The security wall transforms into a tomb
that peaceful voice whispers soon...

I added some words and commas to allow me to read without stumbling.

I was confused as to who the main subject of the poem was meant to be. Is it you, me, or everyone?

You create a wall to protect yourself from others and end up blocking yourself in, nice.
Thanks for sharing.