Paint

Paint I walked into my high school. I looked at the walls. The beautiful lilac colors had smothered the walls of Johnson High. Eagles plastered at every angle in black paint. I cried. The paint made me cry. It was only 10 years ago when I was thrown into the lockers; Head bashed in on the wall Over and over and over kicked in my stomach A truck just ran over me. Bloodshed from my; Mouth. Nose. Ears. Head. I was all over that wall. Now that wall is a beautiful lilac with the black Eagles Plastered all over it. Such a wonderful color. But, I know what’s under it. I know the truth. underneath that lilac wall is a piece of my life that contributes to my hatred of ole Johnson High. **** you paint. How dare you cover me.