I crept along the wall Positive the shadows would conceal me From the eyes of a hundred Passers-by Who knew not what I am here to do. My shoes provide the silence With a click Clack That resonates and makes my heart thump harder. I feel the cool paper Against my back, And I imagine the swirls And dips And paisley prints Are reaching out To caress my skin as I slither Through the hallways, Missing lights and Missing sounds That do not resonate my heart. There is a room That glows a sullen blue At the end of the hall, And inside I imagine Would be cooler Than my favorite drink. I will find A mirror that will not reflect the image Of the man I have become, But remind me of all The things I should have been. A chair with a black cushion Would hold on to me, So tight To assure the world that I am Just where I am needed to be. The halls are silent, No breezes creeping slowly, No stifled whispers That reach out to pull me back To the places I used to sneak. In there, I can find myself Wrapped in a dull blanket, Cocooned by walls of blue, And I will find peace, Concealed inside a place Where no one knows Who I was meant to be.