An elevator
stuck between two floors.
I'm surrounded by walls
Cement, metal-
mental.
I'm truly mental
& so I scream
under fluorescent lights
they gleam with
no intentions to enlighten
they flicker
when I'm internal fighting
and these demons need
new idols.
I'm exhausted of sitting idle
even the devil wants to leave,
his workshop is a failure.
Broken toys make the most noise,
give me my plastic childhood back.
I won't ever come here
this is an ultimatum.
I'm mental
I'm truly mental
where's my damn asylum
I want bigger walls.
I can't bear another second
in these pissy stalls
with lipstick stains
blood stains
everything stains
I want a clean slate.
I draw perfect lines
I draw perfect circles
I swear I can draw
I swear I can write
I swear I can touch
I swear these hands are worth it.
These walls have begun closing in,
I have a lot more of me to believe in
I have a long way to go
but I'm caving in
I'm pushing back cement
I'm pushing back metal
Mental
I've gone mental.
