Bleach

I want to breathe
Take in all the air, fresh as water
Untainted by human touch

Because I feel stuck in a stale chair
Where ideas are usually brought on
by "what are we going to eat".
If this is everything I ever wanted,
I need to try harder

The library didn't help me out
So I sit with weird kids
To keep my spirits alive

Now I'm hiding in plain sight
In my dorm
made of brick
painted in white.
If this is staying stable,
then there are beasts outside

It's hard to extract these humming tunes out
a closed stall
Is This It
Is This It
Is This It?
on repeat to give a drab beat
With my language
Cause I've been talking all along

No one speaks