Paper World..!

I’m living in a paper world.
The only three-dimensional being
in a two-dimensional world.
People pass me by and stare in disdain at me,
at my edges and roundness,
for taking up too much space.
They all seem unreal to me.
Smooth and thin without blemishes,
but never quite there.
I try to look behind the façade,
but it seems there’s nothing to see.

I’m trapped in a paper world.
In a world so fragile it has erased
all my sharp words.
Sometimes I hear whispers about things
I used to know, but the voices are drifting
away.
Once I tried to chase them down
the paper road, but I only ran into the wall
of my paper world.
And instead of tearing it only bent.

I made up my paper world.
I can’t remember why, but I made it up
and I sealed myself away in it without thinking
of eventually wanting to leave.
There’s no exit, there’s no door.
There’s no secret key or hidden passage.
I made it up and I made it impossible to leave.
I made up paper people to keep me company.
I made them simple and perfect without edges
themselves.
I built a paper wall around myself
and built paper houses.
Maybe I wanted to draw on them,
make them into more,
but forgot the crayons outside.
I banned the colour from my world
and forgot the fire of red, the warmth
of yellow, the coolness of blue and most
of all the life of green.

I created a world of paper, so fragile
and yet so good at keeping me away.
I’ve become a paper person,
I bow in the wind and let others colour me in.
Everything I am, I hide behind my drawn
on expression.
I am simple and without blemishes.
I’m a paper person in a paper world.