White spaces make me feel alone,
lost in a world where giants seek to destroy my life.
Makes me feel insecure,
about how I look, who I am, and what I am.
Another day goes by,
nothing but the same old faces I see
staring at me with their icy cold eyes.
Haunting and teasing me...
because I didn't live up to their expectations.
I am crushed by their enormous feet,
feeling my soul shrinking further into my body
slowly becoming nothing but dust.
I really don't like white spaces,
they stare at me
watching my every move,
waiting for me to crack.
Yet I can't,
because I already did
and now I'm stuck
waiting until someone forgets about me.
Which I bet they already did.
Mental Hospital
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