White walls and black eyes, paintless insanity,
locked in this unstable ward everyday.
A product of obsession's vanity;
obligations guards wont let me break away.
I try to argue that there's been a mistake,
that they can't possibly think me insane,
but the more I protest the more I'm awake
to the the truths of why I'm tied to this chain.
Here I am safe from the harmful outsiders
who don't understand my prodigal mind,
so I scurry in this cell like a spider
taking comfort in each web that I bind.
I am not locked in, but have the world locked out
so only my own thoughts are flying about.
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