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White Walls
My bedroom is my sanctuary
Where I can be carefree
From the horrid world
Past my white walls
But still the noises seeps through
Of all the war, that's nothing new
Hearing the rebel yells of my brothers
And the choking sobs from my mother
I blast my music not wanting to hear
As I feel the drip of a tear
I wipe it away quickly
I can't, even if it's not easy
I'm not going to break
Or let my mask crack
Even with no one to see
I need to stay strong for me
But everything's overloading
All this is just adding
To all my other dysfunctions
Which just fuels my demons
Now memories from my broken past
Begin to broadcast
The pain that I've chosen to keep hidden
Which is creating my coffin
I look around at all the things
-people will never see this-
At everything that makes me, me
Behind my white walls of my sanctuary, of me
Where I can be carefree
From the horrid world
Past my white walls
But still the noises seeps through
Of all the war, that's nothing new
Hearing the rebel yells of my brothers
And the choking sobs from my mother
I blast my music not wanting to hear
As I feel the drip of a tear
I wipe it away quickly
I can't, even if it's not easy
I'm not going to break
Or let my mask crack
Even with no one to see
I need to stay strong for me
But everything's overloading
All this is just adding
To all my other dysfunctions
Which just fuels my demons
Now memories from my broken past
Begin to broadcast
The pain that I've chosen to keep hidden
Which is creating my coffin
I look around at all the things
-people will never see this-
At everything that makes me, me
Behind my white walls of my sanctuary, of me
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