You hated windows
They were so clear
So clean
It made them hard to see
You've crashed through many as a child
And you just hated windows
But now when you look at them, you look though
You can see the outside full of grass and greenery
So you sit and stare for awhile and ask to go outside.
But there is no doors, not other windows
And your hands are chained to the white rooms floor
And you scream
