These walls,
they are covered,
from base to ceiling
with pictures,
of eyes.
I’m trapped by their stares.
I try to pull them off,
but I am too weak,
and they remain hanging,
controlling me.
I feel their piercing eyes,
following my movements.
I need to knock down the walls.
The right tools I lack,
and I feel as though my attempts,
would just be useless,
at this point.
There is a chance,
to drown myself in liquid,
melting not only myself,
but these painful,
excuses for art.
It seems as though,
this is all I can do,
anymore,
and I will continue until,
for once I can say,
I am free.