Pain Without the Gain
It hurts me
The noise and bright lights glaring,
No corner
To cower,
And I know someone's staring.
The starkness
No darkness.
Ever bright and padded walls,
Walls and floor,
Nothing more,
Except screams from down the hall.
It holds me
This vice of reality.

Gloom

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