Furthermore A Collection of Poems

In My Own World

I sit here in this chair, but I am lost within my own mind, lost within my own world. I am trapped behind these walls, this prison. That I have created. In my own mind. In my own world. In my own world, nothing bad happens to me, for there is no one but me in this world. There are only these four white walls. I write on these white walls with black chalk. For this is how I escape. The real world. On these four walls, I write my feelings, my thoughts. Some are scary, some are normal, and some are out of the ordinary.  But they are all me. In my own little world, where I am alone. Where only I can walk around and have nothing but dead silence to comfort me. But then my mind takes a turn, and the walls I have wrote on, these four white walls begin to speak the words in which I have wrote. So I draw a door, and open it. I am free. From my own world. I am back in reality.