These Walls

These Walls
By Allie Marie

These walls –
you’ve kept me safe inside,
but I’m slowly losing
my dear mind.
Colors spin,
but these walls are gray.
You all tell me
that I’ve got it made.
I want to break these legs.
They never made me fly.
You hold on to me
so I can’t even try.
I count my blessings on my hands
as my fingerprints fade.
Tell me again –
what are our plans?

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