White Walls


I can’t help but stare at these white walls,
colorful were the walls before them.

Tearing them down,
I don’t make a sound,
but a mournful cry,
and ask the world why?

One may ask,
but may never see through the mask,
that these walls shelter us behind,
forcing us all to be metaphorically blind.

A little girl once content,
is a childhood soon to be spent,
cashed in for a devastating blow,
who knew there was so much more to know?

Beyond these walls,
is where many have taken a fall,
into a world that's quite misleading,
inducing a little girl to stop believing.

I can’t help but stare at these ruinous wall,
white were the walls before them.

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