Four Lonely Walls

Four lonely walls

Four lonely walls are all I see

One's painted green like a real tree

White as snow are the other three

And trapped inside is poor little me.

Four lonely walls are all I know

And inside them life is terribly slow

Like a cool sweet breeze that can not blow

A lonely boring ,one person show.

Four lonely walls are all that's there

Oh and also a bed and in the corner a chair

Where I sit in all day doing nothing but stare

At that things that I wrote

Pretending to care

Enduring the bad luck that's more than my fair share.

Four lonely walls but I say that I'm fine

I know which way is up

But I don't believe my lie

I don't know what is real that can't be a good sign

I hate this life ,but I hate more that it's mine

I try to scream it cones out as a sigh.

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