I am feeling as if nothing’s there,
Leaving me just as blank as ever.
No words are lined up like a wall
To hide myself from your gaze.
I feel ridiculously thin. Paperthin even.
So why am I surprised by this?
It should seem only natural for you –
To be able to look right through me.
I’ve got no words and no expression,
No mask and no wall to help me now.
But do I really want to hide away,
To keep this paper blank, unwritten on?
Inspired by „Poetry 101 Rehab“
Hosted by Andy Townend
Also this one is dedicated to Wolkenbrecher and Maccabros