These walls are paper thin
And I'm the kid trying to draw on them
But I keep tearing them down
So embarrased that I decided to skip town
******* my crayons in a grocery bag
On a stick thrown over my back
I left when my mother was at work
I figured when she came home she went berzerk
But I was long gone and three blocks older
Never even looked over my shoulder
Humming anthems for my tortured ambition
Five years old and no restrictions
Until the winter came and I was exposed
Naked metaphorically from head to toe
Written off by God and left for dead
I started questioning the type of life I led
So I returned to my home with my tail tucked in
But it was abandoned long ago when the snow rolled in
I sat and looked around and saw the walls were still intact
Pulled my crayons out of the bag, most were old and cracked
I started purposely pushing as hard as I could
Turning scribbles into holes in everything I understood
Soon enough that place was shredded, tatters carried away by the breeze
And I looked upon my masterpiece