Dim lights
Empty room
Pads covering the walls and floor
I sit in the corner
While people look in on me through the window on my door
Like Im an animal at the zoo
I hang my head
What am I doing here?
Slowly things start to fade
The window disappears
My bed shows up
The pads on the floor turn to carpet
The walls become familiar
Did I really leave my room?
Or have I been here all along?
Wow, this is a great poem. I like the way you explain everything, it really adds a lot to the poem.