These Walls Part 3

Now I'm back in

11th grade again

I met you for the first time when you let me in

Let me see these walls

Damn I can't pretend

That I didn't like it

Glad I was invited

To go inside of what I didn't think

That I'd be in

Damn it's so pink

Damn it don't stink

Damn imma sink

Damn I need a drink

Damn this is my kink

 

All around these walls

I stand so appalled

I went from nothing to a something in under a call

I went to make a name

Even when I’m tamed

Like I only go insane

But she called me her beast

After my feist

‘Cause my dinner was only a defender of a natural born killer watching movies as a sinner

Even though I'm only here as a modesty

A goddamn prodigy

This poem is about: 
Me

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