I'm surrounded by these four walls, My thoughts bouncing off of them; Loud and clear.
I find comfort in these four walls, Knowing that my cries for help never leave, That when I wail at night no one can get to me.
I also feel trapped by these four walls, They make me feel small, The white colour blinding me when I come up for air each time.
But these four walls know me better than anyone else here, They know the real me. Because when I leave these four walls every morning, I leave as a new me.
its been a while since I've written on this website. it feels odd to be back. I hope this poem makes sense in some way.