My Nightmare

A room.
White walls,
Vacant and bare,
Cold tiles,
Where I sit,
Line the room.
A window,
Under a layer of grime,
Shows the silent world outside.
The bathroom,
No rods,
No hooks,
Too safe,
The blinding white color.
The clock,
Alone on the nightstand,
Ticks away,
Counting,
The seconds,
Minutes,
Hours,
Penetrating the silence,
Recording me time in this room,
With no way in,
And no way out,
No escape.
Not even the promise of death.
My thoughts,
They wander,
Why have I been left in this place?
Deserted,
By the people who told me
They loved me.
My keepers,
They say they care,
They want to help me.
But I know they don’t.
They dig,
Searching through my mind,
Ignoring my screams,
Ignoring my pain,
Suffocating my spirit.
They make me swallow pills,
They say I have an illness,
One that can be cured,
But they’re wrong.
The pills don’t help,
The keepers don’t help.
They only make it worse.
They lie,
They cheat,
They manipulate.
They call me isolated room my tower
In this haunting castle.
They say
My prince will come,
Referring to the cure,
Saving me from myself,
While it would really save me
From their jaws.
But this is no fairytale.
This is my life.
This is my nightmare.