Welcome. Is there anything I can help you with today?
Calm female voice. It doesn't sound real.
'I'd like to get out' I shriek.
I'm afraid we can't do that. You're sick.
The hell I am. There's nothing wrong. We both eat the same way, talk the same way, think the same way..
All I see is white walls.
If I wasn't sick and insane before,
I surely am now.
Is it day or is it night?
It seems it's always day with blinding white walls.
That female voice no longer sounds pleasant.
She's mocking my sanity.
If I have any now, that is.
They made me 'sick'.
I swear I wasn't like this before..
What welcoming white walls these are...
If I get out, I swear they will be stained red.
I suppose I really am sick.
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Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.
RandomThis is a compilation of stories too short to be their own, and free verse poems. I write each part while inspired by my current emotion, or something that may have recently happened. So know that all of these come from my heart, or my over active i...
