My room,

A cage for those who runaway

A mirror for those who seek it anyway

My room,

Cold feet stand where no one stood before

Never moves anymore

The voices inside my head echo off the wall

Only darkness surrounds all

My room,

A single door, but no handle

Never touched like an old anvil

No one dares knock down the door,

It is too hard, like the concrete floor

My room,

A cage for those who runaway

A mirror for those who seek it anyway