Painted walls.

I wash away unhad memories.

My thoughts all gather into a fantastical youth.

And I wash the things I never had anyway.

Silence.

No tears fell down my face today.

I was stronger than you asked me to be,

And less emotional then you expected.

I don't cry.

Not for things I didn't do.

I don't laugh.

Not at what life could have been like outside these walls.

I want this.

I am finally doing something,

And removing the pain of the past.

But I can play still,

Right?

I still have time,

Right?

I can still have the dreams here,

Right?

I can be at home here-

Right?