Mad House, by Shauna DesJardins Subscribe to rss feed for Shauna DesJardins

Waiting in a room with solid white walls.
No clock, no watch, just a girl and her thoughts.
I pace and I pace, alone and lost.
A nut job they call me.
A mad house they placed me in.
"For your own good" they say.
"Yeah right" I reply. 
Posted: 2013-06-15 01:26:39 UTC

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