The walls are judging me for everything I'm not and everything I am
So I feel that I have 4 eyes looking at me.Just judging me.
Trying to look right trough me.
I feel that the walls are judging me.
I'm trying to think about everything and nothing,
But I can't do it.
It's hard with someone staring at you,
And judging you for someone that you're not.
These 4 eyes can see who you are,
And see who you're trying to be so hard.
Even though you have given up,
And don't want to try any more,
They're looking at you even harder,
And try to get you to understand.
Only losers quit.
But it's wrong pretending,
Wrong to steal.
Cause you see,
I've changed.
I'm turning into someone that I don't want to be.
Please get me out.
Only my room can save me now.
The only place where I can be alone.
I need some help from someone in there.
But ther's 4 eyes that's judging me for someone that I'm becomming.
Someone I don't want to be.
Someone that I used to be.
Someone that I am.
Everything about Me.
Poetry by kittipuusen
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Written on 2006-09-17 at 00:01
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