Between White Walls

1 I walk into the waiting room Quiet as a mouse With a hundred hypocrisies Staring at me from the coffee table In this room where I'm supposed to be safe With all the other awkward dwellers I am still face-to-face with my Zit-less brain-less enemy Ever taunting me with her picket-fence teeth Yes I am even tormented here Yes I would like to go home 2 Therepy's never helped me much Therapy makes me hate myself They keep the lights dim there And there are no windows And it's always so empty But then maybe that's how they keep customers By caging those who are there to be free And darknening those who are afraid of themselves 3 Either way is fine in my mind All white walls are the same to me Doctors are doctors Patients are patients Drugs are drugs And the world goes on and on Outside the hospital doors Where all of us crazies can Hide behind our stone smiles again And pretend it doesn't take white walls to build themThe reason why this is written in three parts, in case you are wondering, is because the first part is about my psychiatrist's waiting room, the second part is about my therapist's waiting room, and the third part ties them both together. Written September 19th, 2001 © on Sep 19 2001 11:08 AM PST, Katrina Armour   0 • 10