It changes with different lights
Yet it seems to stay the same.
A yellow wallpaper
With patterns of numerous waves
Its ugliness mocks me at night
With its lines traced defiantly
Without symmetry, guidance
And it's curves committing suicide
If you stare at it long enough
You begin to see shapes or figures
Ones that look like silenced faces
With hopeless eyes wanting escape.
They speak to me in whispers
They become louder in time
I don't know what they're saying
My mind lead on by curiosity
The paper became my prison
I was trapped behind the walls
No one believes it, but me
No one sees the eyes, just me.
I hate the yellow, I hate the paper
I hate it on the wall together
But it intrigues me, calls me
In a sense it needs me...
I can't let it win, I must take it down.
Off the walls they go, I tear it all
The yellow wallpaper no longer one piece
I tear it down and set us all free.