The Room

How I feel about my mental illness, I guess?

I'm trapped in a room with no windows or doors,

It's filled with my despair and distaste.

There's no one there,

And I can't hide anywhere.

I'm in the corner curled into a ball.

I've lost all sight,

And I can't see what's going on.

There's motion all around me,

And I hear voices chanting,

But I can't decipher what they're saying.

I hear someone knocking,

But I've already checked the whole place,

There is no way out and no way in.

There's no use hiding,

Because there's nowhere to hide,

So I stay in a ball.

I laugh out loud and I scream;

YOU'LL NEVER GET ME!!

The chanting gets louder,

And then I  hear whispering,

So I close my eyes,

And scream at the top of my lungs;

MAKE IT STOP!!