I'm afraid in here.
In the darkness.
In the lonliness.
In the craziness.
I'm not crazy. I am not disturbed.
I have no problems.
We are fine. Just fine. Aren't we?
Yes we are.
I want to run. I ant to hide.
But there are no hiding spots
in a round room.
No matter where I go
I know they watch me;
with thier eyes.
We should have ripped them out
when we had the chance.
What a waste of time
we're almost certainly fine.
Why do they keep on looking at me?
Stupid eyes. Curse them. Eyes. We hate them.
We should have ripped at them. Clawed at them.
I want to leave.
They are watching
they are waiting
for us to start up
our debating
the one way mirror the sit behind
observing us, though we seem fine
they wait for us to break.
I'm stuck here forever.
They'll never let me leave.
They know we'll slip one day.