White Walls

“I really don’t understand myself anymore” Unknown

Staring at these white walls, all I see is blank. Perhaps it’s room for opportunity and or something waiting to be drawn on. No one knows what it’s meant to be but they know it’ll eventually be something. People are much like that. Very blank and ready to become something more then what they are already. I can’t help but feel the same. No matter how many marks are drawn on my skin, no matter what hair colour I do, I always feel blank.

This is no ones fault but my own as I have deeper and unresolved personal issues, however I feel nonchalant and bored. I do all these things to make myself seen or heard or just to express whatever is going on in this caged mind of mine but I’ll never get out. There is a gaping wound that needs something to fill it and I’m craving the warmth of a familiar grasp. Too bad I won’t feel it soon.

I’m lost with who I am and I relate to these white walls. Because without other people guiding me, I’m just a blank canvas waiting for someone to make their mark and make me something more. I’m always someone’s something, never knowing who I truly am or who I want to be. I guess I’ll figure it out eventually but for now I’ll keep staring at the walls hoping for something more.