The walls are painted white
The smell is sickly damp
Everyone heres looks like prisoners
In a concentration camp.
People shuffle by
Staring at the floor
Every day we're escorted
Slowly from door to door.
They think we're all invalids
Think we can't do anything ourselves
Why'd they have to bring me here?
Why didn't they lock up someone else?
**Not To Sure I Like This...I Was Going To Add More As It Doesn't Seem Finished To Me, But The Words Just Wouldn't Come, I May Add More Soon If Inspiration Hits Me**
