• Boring

    Blank
    Bright White
    Silence

    The white walls that beg to be individualized
    To be freed from being the same
    To be different
    The need to be special

    To be forced to stare at a white wall
    Is torture
    To never be able to change it
    From being the same
    And never being able
    To stop them from screaming

    Blank
    Bright White
    Silence

    Blank and unchanging
    Like the unpainted sky
    Staring right back
    And taunting me