if these walls could talk soemtimes i wonder if these walls know my deepest secrets, from who i love to who i think about at night. Can they see my sadness, my ragin madness, the fact that i think this world is full of crazy asses. Im fuckign sick of my classes of life and as i fight and strife to stay alive I take a dive into these walls who seem to know everything about me from what i did when i was two years old to the point where i ran away and froze in the blistering cold . Im not quite old to tear these walls down and wear a mask of a clown and act happy this town is fuckign crazy everyone looks at me like im insane. let me tell you something that to be sane you must be insane in order to truly understand ur sanity in this world of constant tragedy im no prodigy, i just say what i think in a poetic rhyme and until the time comes i will feed my thoughts to these beatiful green and red walls write it with black paint and let people call me insane.