White walls enclose me.
I stare at them intently,
as if they'll do something different.
As if they'll encourage me to become something different.
Something other than this mess that I've become.
White walls enclose me.
Slowly, they get closer.
They shrink around me until there is no room to breathe.
I take in a ragged breath,
hoping that someone will come and break me free.
...no one comes.
White walls enclose me.
I know that I don't enjoy being locked inside this cage,
who would?
But at the same time,
I don't think that I would enjoy being free.
Is it wrong to think that I should be trapped?
That I should be controlled?
I don't think so.
White walls enclose me.
They are so close,
I would venture to say that they run along my skin,
that they are a part of me.
These are the white walls that will forever run my life.
I'm not the only one who has them.
I'm not the first to feel trapped and alone,
even though I know that it is all my fault.
I know that I could break free anytime,
but instead,
I just wait,
staring at
white walls.
White walls resemble my mind when I begin to believe that I am worthless.
