closing in, you're paper thin,
you may not see, but i look in.
take a look at the walls,
look at them tear, look at them fall.
number of ways this poem can be taken:
-you've had enough of whatever you're going through that you eventually notice yourself crumbling like torn, withered paper
-noticing that crumbling in someone else
-etc
-(mine being) a friend who had plenty of faces to show off, but i was the only one who saw the differences. like wallpaper slowly being torn down to reveal one's true character.