The walls stared into my soul in the middle of class, my heart turned to glass
and cracked, cracked so loud my eyes turned black
the white walls are tough, there was a scuff
they don't budge, they don't move, they have no room
no room to live, they only give shelter to soon own the moon
"white walls white walls" I ask as they stare, I think they really care
they have dreams too and don't wanna be stuck in this zoo
"go live white wall your free, free to be you"
the white wall left not thinking of me, my knee buckled as I saw what I had done to thee
I took away our shelter, our warmth
just for one thing to have what it wants.
now the message here isn't so clear so let me tell you my dear
when you give something up you can make another person happy but a bunch other may be unhappy and snappy
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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.
