I’m transported to a different world

one with no doors...no way out

no way to collect my thoughts

or imagine a perfect life

i can only sit on my pink bed

and stare into nothingness

the somewhat clean ceiling,

with a black speck here and there,

from once living insects.

all i can see...as i try as hard as possible

to use my imagination,

to get the hell out of here,

i only slam into walls....walls with no doors

remembering i had once dreamed on living here

i curse

what was i thinking?

nothing to do,

but think of where i am,

not where i now dream of being