The plates on the wall start to crack. The plates on my wall start to crawl. The plates on my wall start to shout. The plates on my wall start to shout. the plates on my wall start to pout. They scream at me saying“ stop crying and tell the truth, stop pretending and be happy for once in your pathetic little life “ crack, crack, crack, no more plates to cry over if I just tell the truth WHY.
