Drip, drip, drip. Click, click, click. Always the same, always the same. I believe I may be going insane. Always the same in this room. Except when I get my food. Maybe I’ll get a call today. Or tomorrow, it doesn’t matter either way. So fun to hit the padded walls. I run and play like it’s nothing at all. Nothing but the nothingness of the nothing inside. No worries to worry about on this carefree joyride. But I hate this place of nothing. I want to have everything. I wish the world still accepted me. I wish that my mind would let me be free. But I’m trapped inside it, so it won’t be soon. Because I’ll always be caged in my white room.