My Place

My place is a small one.
Just a few bare white walls.
Nohing outstanding.
Just a box, really.
But it's truly amazing
How much a simple white box can trap us.
Trap us within ourselves,
Within our minds,
And suffocate us,
Smother that last spark of original life.
I'm trapped
In the monotony we call life.
As I pound on the walls and scream,
I wonder
Will I ever get out?
Can I?
Can I escape the horrors
And the tragedies?
So as I sob and scream
And try to break free,
I hope against all hope
That someone,
Just someone will hear me.
But no one does.
No one hears me scream.
No one ever does.