Isabella Santoro
Anchor Staff Writer
These blue walls are constant
Constant reminder of who I’m not
Of the despair that settles in these bones
And I’m left wondering why I feel so alone
Faces staring back at me, eyes straining
Go see my horrified expressions
To witness the terror that unfolds inside
That which it as exposed as it could be
I’m drained after smoking too fake
And losing my control as I’m with myself always
Slipping under the weight of pleasantries
And crushed with the reminder of solitude
Running into a face that lives in my mind
And running away when the vulnerabilities show
Screaming into a screen of traffic
And rushing to get back to those blue walls
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