Strike, wind

I'm on a strike
to put me right
but all I do for now
is to shut others out,
so I don't have to sound great
when I'm a living hate.
Days are dragging
to sleep weird conversations
pondering life
I have not said yet
what the truth is like
but I see it coming
as it's always been
tough the walls are so low now
that the breeze comes in
the breeze of terms, the wind of change.