My face turned to the wall
I hear voices whispering
I strain to hear them
The door is shut
I am alone
The rough, cold walls close in
Making my paranoia complete
Shutting me out
The voices swell, and stop
Only echoes remain
I smooth my hair
Feeling the cool weight
It reassures me
In a vague, distant way
Shifting in my seat
Run my hand along the wall
Feel the bumps and texture
A light in the distance
My face keeps to the wall
The light does not matter
It will go out soon enough
The voices return
The door opens
And I enter into the light