My white walls grow higher each day

Stark and cold, tall and thick

They’re like a well around me

I can see the exit, the burning brightness of the other side

But the walls are much too high to climb out by now,

I can see the shadows of people,

Some look down, some just walk by

And pretend that everything’s okay,

Pretend I’m not in so deep

Not so over my head,

Some of them even attempt to reach down,

And help me out,

But they can’t quite reach, an eventually

They give up, and just pretend the walls aren’t there

But no one’s ever tried the door.