In the walls of my house
In the walls of my room
I feel smaller than a mouse
I feel brighter than a moon
Like a diamond hidden in muck
I was mistaken too soon.
I will not be stuck these walls
The walls of my room
Because I am smaller than a mouse
And I am brighter than the moon.
They thought I was like them
They laughed as they went
And they fled when they saw
I was not dead; only broken
The construction is not finished yet
I am still breaking down
The walls of my house
The walls of my room.
I am still picking up
All the pieces you threw
After I gather the pieces
I will be made new.
Until then, I am stuck
In the walls of my room.
YOU ARE READING
Walls
PoetryHave you ever felt like you were misjudged? Are your walls up so that no one, not even you can see how you're feeling? Do you ever look blank and empty minded, but in reality there's a war going on in your head? The good guys being your real thought...
