To Repost Something Already Posted

These walls, they are covered, from base to ceiling with pictures, of eyes. I’m trapped by their stares. I try to pull them off, but I am too weak, and they remain hanging, controlling me. I feel their piercing glances, following my movements. I need to knock down the walls. The right tools I lack, and I feel as though my attempts, would just be useless, at this point. There is a chance, to drown myself in liquid, melting not only myself, but these painful, excuses for art. It seems as though, this is all I can do, anymore, and I will continue until, for once I can say, I am free.