Her fingers cracked as she sat in her desks staring at the blank walls
But they weren't any blank walls, the blank walls could call
The girl first heard a whisper. Her ears could not have been any crisper
She looked and looked for an answer, but no one was there
The white wall still talked and got into her head, the girl could feel it and wanted to be dead
The wall told her what to do, what to say, she felt grey
No one understood, there was no way, she couldn't say
She felt empty and alone, the wall was turning her thoughts to stone
Blackness filled her inside, she was empty and cried
With only her skin and no organs within, she wanted to move to Berlin
The girl went back to class, still empty like a sober person's wine glass
The wall talked and talked, she said no
No you will not push me around and crush me to the ground
No I will not believe these deceiving lies but I will thrive
She said "White wall you will leave me, and you will have the brain of a pea"
The girl concord her thoughts that day, she had no more prey
At last she was happy, nothing could get in her way
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White Walls
PoetryWhite walls is a spin on anxiety. She starts hearing words in her head. I got inspiration in my reading is thinking class when I saw a girl playing with her hands and cracking her fingers.
