Stiff doors. Silent walls.
Shouts and laughs.
Lights left on when you don’t hit the right switch.
Cracks in these walls, and you get a ladder to plaster them all up.
I leave a gap in my page.
Gosh, I haven’t sung that song in ages.
Have I made a mistake?
Is my whole life over?
Paranoid over my future —
Gosh, I’m a pathetic, anxiety-riddled, sensitive teenager.