Poetry: "The Walls"

I find myself talking to the walls more often

I usually speak a mind full of anger and pain

I mutter words of hatred and would cry a little now and then

I'd say conversing with the walls have kept me sane

The walls, my closest and dearest friend

Though they can't advise me with words they're always here to listen

Unlike any other person, they truly understand

And so I thank these blank white walls over and over again

I've discovered, the walls are my only companions

And that I don't have anyone else

I see myself getting more distant by the second

But, my walls are too by themselves

I'm losing grasp of the little notice I so rarely recieve

But I realize that I'm only being decieved 

One day their attention will decease

So I continue to talk to these walls beside me

Introduction & Intentions

My name is Mila Le, I'm just about your average asian american teenage girl. I'm 16 years old and am a junior in highschool. I enjoy writing a lot, mostly poetry and I do want to write a novel sometime in my life. I typically do well in school, my favorite subject is english though I'm not always up to studying rhetorical devices. I come from a well-off family who are very rooted in Vietnamese culture. I have friends who I conisder family and family who I consider friends. Life is good for me and I couldn't be more thankful. This blog here, is primarily for my personal use, to have somewhere to let my mind be free and my creativity run wild, but if people do come across this I hope they make good use of it. I hope I can do a little inspiring here and there or open up art deprived minds and introduce them to a whole new world. A world that is mine of course, and maybe someday yours also. So welcome to my world, where you'll hear me preaching, reciting poetry and whatever my hands and mind feels like typing. Welcome to Teenage Philosophy 101.