These Four Walls
By: Klo
These Four Walls.
Covered with Words.
Words meant to shape
our thoughts,
our actions,
our lives.
These Four Walls.
Covered With colors.
Plenty of colors.
Yet you can only pick one.
These Four Walls.
That hold us.
Smother us.
Comfort us.
But against our will.
These Four Walls.
Holding too many people.
Holding too many thoughts,
so some of those thoughts,
have to be destroyed.
These Four Walls
They are hated.
Burned,
Broken,
escaped
until you're captured again.
Until they pick your color for you.
Until they tie you down with NORMALITY.
Until the shapes used to form us are the only thing we see.
This is why we draw on our skin.
We use blue and black and red pens
to distinguish us from the others
This is why we cut our hair
We dye it bright blues and purples that will drown out the grey walls that surround us.
We shave the sides and grow the top.
This is why we are angry.
We scare people when we walk around.
Push away adults,
do drugs,
drop out of school,
eat what you want.....
These four walls.
Cannot hold all of us,
so instead of our destruction,
we will cause destruction.
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These Four Walls
PoetryThis is a short poem about... well I will let you interpret what it is about.
