Poetry and Quotes

Behind a Wall

I stand behind a wall, no one sees me, they only see the wall. There's a door at the end of the wall. No one dared to open it, I always wondered why. I assumed it was because no one really cared enough to find out what was inside, they were all to busy with their own life.

But one day the door cracked open. Light shined through and I could see shining brown eyes looking back at me. It's like my mind went 'woah' and I wanted to see more. Someone cared enough to look inside.

He came back everyday, since I cannot leave this hidden room. He asked me questions everyday like, "Why do you sing all the time?", "Why are you locked in here?", "Why do you close your eyes when you sing?", "Why are you, well you?". He asked so much, but found out little. People like me can tell so much about themselves to others to make them think they know a lot. But in reality they know little.

He's the only one that wants to get through my wall and I'm to scared to let him.