Before it's too Late

White walls.

Plenty of time,

Is what the boy thinks.

He can't swim

But he jumps in the pool

And hopes he doesn't sink.

The pool has white walls.

Blankness is what I see.

Being able to create what I want

I see things that others do not.

At least that is what I think.

To me they are ghost that haunt.

Me 

I see myself

Not free

Sometimes

There are things

I cannot see.

White walls in the jail cells

But one wall is pure bars.

I am a caged beast.

Those people there

who call me friend

know me the least.

I say what I mean.

Do what I say.

As soon as I hear the beat.

I live for dreams.

The ones I cannot control.

Which is why I love to fall asleep.

On these walls I see my flaws.

My flaws create my past pain. 

Looking at these walls keep me from changing.

200 years ago 

I could have had it worse

And would have been slaving.

No I'm not Django

Or even Jamie Foxx.

I am more of a Jaden Smith.

Why?

Because they don't understand my drift.

But I do

That's all that really matters

Understanding self

First

Priority.

I may be jading quickly

Turning into a white wall.

Pale

Blank

Silent

Unless I express myself.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Turning into a white wall.
Pale
Blank
Silent
Unless I express myself."

Self expression is vital lest we turn into walls of silence. Bravo, sir...:)...................

[John Byrd]

Thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)............