I'm in a room, with doors all around.
I try to turn a handle, but the door is locked.
I try the rest, listening to a laughter-like sound.
Finally, I find the right handle, but behind it a crowd is laughing at me, like i'm being mocked.
I turn around, as the crowd is following me.
I don't look themmin the faces, yet I can already tell.
The crowd comprises of my friends, strangers, and family.
That's what really cracked my shell.
I was still trapped, within this maze of illness.
But behind one door, was a sight not at all snappy.
A person, trying to be as thin as a disney princess.
They gazed at me, and whispered "If I succeed, i'll finally be happy."
The next door led to a classroom.
The teacher handing out a test.
My feet moved me to an empty desk, beside the teacher's, where they always loom.
This maze, does not give anxiety a rest.
In the real world, it is as peaceful as a bird.
Except in the house, over the glade.
Eminating from inside, a scream is heard.
Where I am found cutting my wrists, withna razorblade
