I don't like this room
it might bring me my doom
but don't assume that i'm safe.
but i'm enslaved here hidden
and forbidden to show my
pain since nothing is gained
from being detained from this trap in fact. I hope i can leave since i'm in disbelieve that i will ever leave this room. Soon I'll rot
like a skeleton and its evident that my faith is sealed and revealed that i was happy of the days spent here waiting for my time to end like a novel but don't grovel at the fact i'll be gone but beyond this sorrow i feel so hollow I have to swallow my pride but i denied my joy in writing this poem but i hope i didn't misguide you in this journey inside my mind.