Problematic Mindsets

Rain, rain, go away...
No no, I like the rain.
The droplets knock on my bedroom window as I lay here on my bed uncomfortably cold because of the rainstorm. The blankets laying on my body isn't warm enough. And I'm getting annoyed because of the loud police sirens passing by my house. It's not uncommon, the police sirens. The sound barges through my ears, bursts through my skull, and crashes into my brain. They ring and whistle in my mind. Just seeing the lights of red and blue reflect off the white walls of my desolate room makes me think. It makes me think about the walls. Sometimes, sometimes I sit and I stare at them.
Call me crazy; they say things to me, the walls do. All four of them. They tell me that they hate being white. They want to be colorful, full of hue. And I sit here and think what it would be like, the face plastered on oneself, to finish painting these walls a dark blue. Blue like the ocean, they'd be happy. So would I.