Being with a wall
I am in a relationship with a wall,
Even though it doesn’t ever object my actions,
It makes other think I have suppressed it.
Even though it manipulates people to believe,
That I have supressed it.
I was in love with a wall.
Loving a wall taught me,
There was no bright side, just it’s side.
Just it’s view whenever I try to look beyond,
I get hit by it.
I was in a relationship with a wall.
Even though people had warned me before of such people,
I wanted to trust the wall,
Now people think I have painted it black,
They don’t see I painted it with my blood.