World Behind My Wall

You see me.

You see every part of me. But you can't see what's underneath every part of me. You think you know everything about me, but not until you get a ladder and look over the top of my wall, will you ever see, and even then, You'll have to take down every brick, before you know me. ME. You don't know me. You know your idea of me. But that's it. It might take that little bit more effort to get that ladder and climb up, but seriously, what's on the other side is worth it.

And don't tell me I don't know what I'm talking about.

Because I do. And who cares how screwed up it is, or how lame, or how stupid, or pretend it is. It's me. And who tells me how to build my wall, and how to build my world behinds it. who cares if its black or full of colour, who cares. I am the only one in it, and I am the one drawing it.

So don't judge because of the wall you see in front of it.

And don't judge me because of how high my wall is.

And don't judge me because my wall isn't short, and isn't soft, and isn't colourful.

Forgive me for building a wall of bricks, red and brown, infinitely on on top of the other.

Yet again, forgive me for not being perfect.

BECAUSE I'M NOT.

and I never will be. No matter how hard I try, there are going to be parts of my world that are cracked, black, dull and blurred. And that is just how I come.

SO GIVE UP on your idea of me.

BECAUSE YOU'RE WRONG.

So wrong.

And the longer you keep on looking for a way over this wall that doesn't involve climbing, the longer it's going to take for you to figure it out.

And every sideways step you take, i take a step backwards.

BECAUSE YOU'RE WRONG.

WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG

but you don't know how mush I want you to be right.

I want it with all my want.

If that's possible.

But I can't reach the top of my wall then it's up to you.

SO just do it.

Climb the wall.

Goodbye. For now

'They're telling me it's beautiful. I believe them, but will I ever know, the world behind my wall'