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2000 Our white walls surround me
They hold me from every I know
They keep me from my friends
They are a barrier that to me doesn't show
I feel like a prisoner
Although a prisoner I am not
I have tried many an hour to escape
Futile is the long battle I have fought
Insane I could be but yet I am not
The walls that hold me are not padded
Although my biggest fear is that they should be
And for those white jackets I have yet to be fitted
I wish these walls would release me
Their grip is be coming stronger
And it seems that if I struggle
I will be forced to stay even longer
Tighter and tighter these walls do go
Squeezing the air from my lungs
Bet yet i shall write until my last bre--
~Chrystal
Written on
April 26, 2000
