Somedays I wake up and I just feel like I've been surrounded by 50 thousand wallpapers
Slowly I try to tear pieces and pieces of wallpaper off just to see there's another layer laying there
I don't know where to turn or how to shatter the 50 thousand wallpapers that surround me
I've cried for help and every time a piece get torn there's a new wallpaper in place of it
Will I ever be able to shatter the 50 thousand wallpapers that surround me and show the true emotions and allow myself to shine or will I forever be battling the 50 thousand wallpapers?
As time goes by the yearning grows stronger and the hope continues that today will be the day that 50 thousand wallpapers get shattered and I'll finally shine and show the true me
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This is a first draft of this poem.. Not sure if I'll tweak it or just leave it as it is, but I thought I would share it....
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