The room embraced me with its white walls
Soundproof and appearing tall
An air vent to give me life and take it away
I live here 24 hours a day
With my eyes open and sometimes closed
I see things but unsure or know
What to make of the past, present or current situation
Especially when I am on all my medication
My only friends are me, myself and I
Sometimes they cause pain and make me cry
They argue when I am not feeling well
So many false stories they try to tell
Unfortunately, I don’t listen to myself when I should
When people talk to me I feel misunderstood
They think I am not who I say and presume
That I belong nowhere else but in this room
And material things don’t matter to me now
I want to move past the insignificants and do know how
But the wall I put up towers over my body
Shrinking the confidence I manifested entirely
I have not hurt anyone for my critics to worry
Life moves fast enough to be in such a hurry
I take one day at a time with acceptance
For without that there would be nothing left and then
I would be sitting in this chair rocking back and forth
Wondering in what direction or course
My mind went detached from my body
Knowing my spirit took flight already
Author notes
Just for the record for anyone reading this..I NEVER force my rhymes..Thank you 
~So this gives me the opportunity to express~ This is how I feel when I feel~I think in riddles and Dr. Seuss thoughts anyways 
I am different but so is everybody else~I don't consider myself normal for who is~What is considered the norm~The white room keeps me sane~A place to write with no worries or pain~A place to express without criticsm or complaints~Without it I would be insane~*Or slipping into the abyss*
~I did follow the contest rules but changed my info after it closed ~
Written February 9th, 2004
A contest entry
- Slipping by someoneweknew.
300 points, ended April 17, 2004, 40 entries
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Beautiful
That was beautiful I just loved it it gives you a feeling of the sense of loneliness and loss -
I have read enough of your works to know that you never force rhyme and it is amazing how things look different to different persons.Many die hard free verse writers think that rhyme is forced when they see it and nothing is what it seems!!!! .best wishes.
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Thank you for your input and I think in rhyme so I never ever force~It is not natural~ If it appears then that is just the luck of the draw~I do free verse a lot~This one I thought to do differently~Thanks again for the comment~Big hugs
and much love~Desire 
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I like the thought process put behind this, but your rhyming seems forced in some lines. I think you've got some real talent, so I'd recommend trying some free verse and seeing how that works for you. Thanks for your contribution, and best of luck wherever your writing may lead you in life.
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Wow! Great voice in this one! I could feel it... all I can say is... WOOOOOOW! Beautiful write!
Trin -
Very well written
Yes, I haven't met a sane person yet... Everybody has thier oddities only odd by those who are not the same and everybody who is like you thinks you are major cool. You only have problems if there are more people around you not like you than like you...and make trouble for you. Are you really in the witness protection program? Godspeed and best wishes 24/7 henceforth and forevermore...
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