a single chair in the middle of a room with no doors
there is only one place for me to sit
the walls are padded and my arms are tied back
the sound of his voice echoes in my head and a tear rolls down my cheek
they are listening and watching me, but i won't say a word
they don't understand, they never will, about what happened that day
they will never know the pain i witnessed, they think its not real
somethings out there and its coming, but i am labeled insane
a single chair in the middle of a room with no doors there is only one place for me to sit
the walls are padded and my arms are tied back
hes gone, but still here with me now and staring blankly at me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by me
Teen FictionI stole Justin Ciccone's idea ... Not the poems, just the set up
