Even the walls are telling me to turn around-
Yelling,
Screaming-
Like the voices in my head,
Demanding.
I am wrong
But you don’t understand
I do not know how to be right.
Even the Walls
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Even the walls are telling me to turn around-
Yelling,
Screaming-
Like the voices in my head,
Demanding.
I am wrong
But you don’t understand
I do not know how to be right.
pickpoetry 
I totally love the title. Even the walls, such a beautiful way to put life into inanimate objects😊
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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