my walls are telling me.
my walls are telling me
to think again.
to look away from them, & look at my eyes instead.
i meant what lies ahead
i meant the lines head
yeah.
they're telling me.... that i don't have to be what they had to be, it's only coincidence i'm 17.
& being "inspired" is lazy.
i've talked to my walls & they're telling me that we're all the same.
besides the fact they're all on paper
excuse the fame
excuse the shame
of them watching me fall away & hide my face & not to play, wasting every waking day-listening but never make & fall away & hide my face & not to play wasting every waking day.
so finally one of them said
following until the death will leave you dead (& leave you there)
so talk to yourself...until you're mad.
(& then progress & go somewhere)
by: quinnette e.m. connor