These 4 little walls.

These 4 little walls, I try to crumble down, with a sharp fist of hope, I scream, but don't make a sound. I enter this world, knowing all the chaos, and confusion, I know one day, maybe I'll wake up from this illusion. They stair, they stop, and they wonder, they're so devious, they don't say it out loud, but they stair at you with such thunder. Here you cant think, you must know, the things that go on, what you have to do, and the people you let go. It's a short sweet victory, that you'll never win, it's being stuck in sanity, and never knowing how to get out, though you've found your way in. It's all the eyes that stair at you from day to day, knowing how being different has effected your life, knowing how being different isn't always okay. You storm out as if your going to make it someplace, well, just for a little while, yeah about an hour or two, we all just need our thinking space. The envy never stops, the clock keeps turning, and inside these four little walls, my world is slowly burning.