Demons and Walls

When left to your self, the eventual end is almost inevitably collapse. The walls you've built by activity and constant motion seem not to hold everytime you are required to be still. Or stillness happens on you.
You fill your life with "excitement" and so everything feels fine. A facade that can only hold for so long. Soon the bustle will end or worse, they'll cease to be enough. In the midst of them, the silence and hurt and pain and loneliness you've tried to mask will seep through the cracks and flood the ground and almost immediately, you'll drown again amid the demons you thought you'd shut away forever.
Demons you'd once welcomed and played with and feasted with...they knew you like you knew your heart beat. They'll know when to poke, how hard to poke, the places to poke that'll eventually drive you crazy. A crazy you'd locked in a cage with steel carved padlocks and keys you'd thrown in oceans miles from home. A cage you'd buried 52ft in the ground and left no landmarks so you'll forget you ever had a crazy buried somewhere.
Now the walls have crashed and once again, the storm rages on. No one knows how long this one will last...