These four walls bind me straight-jacket tight,
safe from a world of insanity and snake people.
Sitting within my prison of dreams,
a plastic umbrella for my tears,
an inside-out scream that no one hears.
These four walls hear the longing in my soul,
shuts out the whispers that say ‘worthy’.
but the mirror reflects back, ‘Liar!’
Thinking in ink, painting pictures with words,
Living life through the internet, mind insecure.
These four walls surround me, protect me from harm.
So many masks to choose, pick one,
helps me be someone, chameleon blend.
Phone rings, don’t answer. Door knocks, stand still.
Irrational anxiety replaces free will.
These four walls, own me, lock, stock and barrel.
Ruler of falsehoods, twisting what’s real.
Shark-smile people wait outside the door; whispers.
One foot out, one foot in, Cheshire grins.
Under the Big tent, while the circus begins.
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