The Isolated Room

Stuck in my own world
Composed of four walls
Nothing but a little girl
Safe from it all.

Trying to break out
When usually kept in
I can't make a mistake
Yet it is easy to sin.

The more difficult it is
The more effort I bring
I try to jump high up but
I only break my wings

Tears fall on my wounds
But they're not my own
She cries for me to stay
She won't let me go.

I beg, trying not to cry
Trying not to blame
She tells me to trust God
Tells me to follow the way

"You're sick" she says
"You must be saved."
I feel a mental torture
Filled with guilt and shame.

"I rather not talk" I say
The memories come back
I vaporized tears
"I'll live with what I've got."

I block negativity
As she begs to differ
"If you don't live for Him,
Who else will you live for?"

Twisted words out there
Never do they comprehend
"I may not be as positive as you
But I have not given up yet."

Having nothing to say
She ends the same way
She looks at me in the eyes
While I try to do the same.

Once again, stuck in my own world
Composed of four white walls
Nothing but a growing young being
Safe from it all.