The Whitest of Rooms

I wrote this in a free period when I got bored.

I'm not crazy,
I promise I'm not.
I scream and pound my fists on the plush walls,
Because I don't belong.
I'm not mad,
I don't hear voices in my brain,
I don't giggle uncontrollably.
I am not insane.
I don't deserve to be locked up,
In the whitest of rooms.

I'm slowly going mad though,
I'd rather die then spend another day,
Waiting to leave,
The shouts of the angels calling to me.
But I promise I'm not crazy.
It's just inhumane,
Forcing someone to stay,
In the whitest of rooms.

I told you I don't belong,
I've pleaded for my release,
You've just locked me in,
The whitest of rooms.