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.