I’m Not Crazy
White; everything, everywhere is white.
Soft; everything, everywhere is soft.
I’m all alone, isolated from the world. No daylight, it’s so dark.
There is no way out way of here, I’m trapped, forever.
Like a rat caught in a trap, stuck and slowly dying.
My arms are strapped and my feet are chained, mouth taped.
Nothing to do, nothing to see if I weren’t insane before
then, the boredom would surely make me.
I’ve tried counting, the individual pads on the walls. One by one, a couple
thousand times, but I normally get confused or dizzy.
The halls are so long and colourless; dozens of doors in my gaze. It’s the
most interesting time of my day. I try to memorise my surroundings, but they
seem to change each day, or maybe, I just forget.
I only ever met this one other girl; she looks around my age, maybe older.
We never talk, we aren’t allowed. We do eat our dinner together though. W