Nobody knows me,
Like these walls,
Who watch my every move,
Every position I'm in,
They're silently watching me,
Like a movie,
Thoughtful observers,
These white walls mock me,
They see my fate,
-Every breakdown and struggle,
They somehow stand up straight,
They watch me through their storm,
Their own fight,
Their own struggle,
And even more.
These four walls see me,
From every side,
They stare blankly,
And see me cry.
Wind pushes against them,
They still stand strong,
-While they are protecting me,
In the four corners of this storm.
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PoetryPause, what do you feel right now in this moment? These poems are all self-made, they range in size and are all relatable to life's feelings. So pause what you are doing, and take a look.
