we paint the ceiling with the shadows of our hands
and color them with voices and “you'll never understand's”
the music must be louder, louder, always louder
we tell ourselves to just stand prouder
our hands covered in ceiling paint
and color them with voices and “you'll never understand's”
the music must be louder, louder, always louder
we tell ourselves to just stand prouder
our hands covered in ceiling paint
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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