Sitting up here, way up here, I feel okay

With the room expanding high up to where I can barely see the roof,

The long window to the left of me is not that intimidating

Frightening me with the open space that I could easily fall out of

And the locked door to the right of me does not make me feel like an outsider

Instead, the window is welcoming me to fly, to leap out and spread my arms as if I am a bird

While the door reminds me that I am not locked out, but I am locked in

Searching for a way that I can escape this quiet sanction that causes chaos in my mind