In this bright blue room of mine,
I sit and waste my days.
I make out pictures on my walls,
and stare in a quiet daze.

I think about this life of mine,
And the places I will go.
I daydream about my future,
And dwell on memories made long ago.

I act out perfect scenarios,
Playing them in my mind.
I plan out conversations,
Adding detail in every line.

Sometimes out of boredom,
I sleep the day away.
Other times I flop on my bed,
And where I land, I mindlessly lay.

Boredom is my kryptonite,
And my bedroom is where it’s found.
I sit inside that prison cell,
Feeling as though I’m about to drown.

Sometimes I feel like I’m going insane,
I really don’t understand.
I’m constantly getting lost,
In this topsy turvy land.

I often feel alone in here,
Not having a soul by my side.
I don’t know how much longer I can go,
Without having someone to confide.

It’s impossible to leave this place,
I’m forever trapped in here.
I wish just once I can close my eyes,
And completely disappear.

I feel like I suffocate,
Each moment I spend alone.
My heart sinks with every breath,
And my skin feels cold as stone.

My breathing steadies,
But my mind continues to race.
Slowly slipping into sleep,
I feel something touch my face.

My eyes open quickly,
My body rises without ease.
I try to stand,
But for some reason I freeze.

I see a shadow on my wall,
I hear a whisper in my ear.
I try not to panic,
But I’m consumed by my fear.

Turning around slowly,
There’s nothing I can find.
Sliding towards insanity,
I’m being tricked by my own mind.

This room is driving me crazy,
All the colors and porcelain clowns.
Everytime I turn my head,
My fragile heart rapidly pounds.

This room will be the death of me,
There’s no way to escape.
I have a mask I wear,
Across my face it drapes.

My mask is made of laughter and smiles,
To hide my twisted look.
I cannot bear to show myself,
And allow them to read me like a book.