I am a poster, you hang me up to express yourself. I can’t really move you pierced tacs through my beautiful body.I know that someday you will get tired of me and I will be ripped from your wall and forgotten about. Until then I  will be watching. I’ve seen you cry, seen you laugh heck I’ve even seen you dance around your room like a dumb ---. I hear all your fake arguments you have with yourself saying all the things you wish you could have said. I’ve heard all the drama between you and your friends.  To you I am just a space filler. To me you are my friend I know all your secrets and they are going to be kept that way forever. I won’t betray you or lie to you. I am just a poser on your wall, a space filler, an example of how you express yourself nothing more then more than just a piece of paper.