The Story Within Movements
My walls know peering eyes,
for I have given in to green,
to painting my eyes white,
because white knows no friend
My walls know beating fists,
for I have rejected their words,
their muted shouts of stop!
you are no longer who I remember
My walls know a slumped back,
for I have accepted their words,
accepted that I am worthless,
and I hate myself for that
My walls know trembling hands,
for I have never learned to cope,
never learned to accept the pain
so a blade was pressed into my hands
My walls know a clenched jaw,
for I have started to lash out at the world,
started to butt heads with my lights
and they too no longer know
My walls know misty eyes,
for I have cried too many times,
cried over the stupidest things
and cradled my faults in my arms
My walls know strange faces,
for I have looked into the mirror,
looked at who the person I saw was,
realized that I don't know them
My walls know jumbled thoughts,
for I have thought about everything,
thought about my fate and my dreams
and who I have become
My walls know a greeting,
for I have realized I have lost myself,
realized that I don't know myself,
and that's okay.
We'll just have to learn