I've lived half my life in my head
Playing out scenarios
While reality passes by
As a dull grey line
But I never wanted to draw outside the line.

Meticulously I stayed in
Chasing perfection;
Yet I always loved other people's drawings
Beautiful and creative,
Free and imperfect,
Brave and bold-
Whilst I drew the face in peach,
the lips in red,
the hair in brown.

The walls grow thicker
As does the air.
And the screams in my head grow louder
But I keep still in line.