I'm open, never closed up I'm often seen, but not paid a lot of attention to I try to talk to them, but they can never hear me I get bigger everyday, not that they can really tell I've lived here a long time, longer than they have I don't breathe, for I'm not alive I've never felt love, I'm not built for that I watch them everyday, as they walk right by I dream just like they do, but none of them have come alive I can't move, for I don't have any limbs I have birthdays, but they're not celebrated I'm many different colors, one covered up by the other I'm not active, I'm as still as the ground I don't get in the way, they hang nothing up here What am I? I'm the crack in your wall.Birth sign: Pisces
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