Four Clean White Walls and A Ceiling

Was once your room but now it's a namless shame. All you see is faces laughing at your so called reign, but these walls are so plain, what gives them a right to laugh at my pain? Can't they see they're to blame, giving me looks of indecision and flame. Don't they deserve the same? I was just looking for the fame, they always are trying to take that away. But the walls get louder the more I notice them, they sufficate me deep and I just hold it in, I stay to myself trapped in what I created then. No exits here just holes of self patroling sins. So why do I speak of the evil that's clearly within. Why can't they just soar away like the cool wind. The four clean white walls and the ceiling to match, have no name and are clearly intact. In every home of every person they claim to rest. waiting for the day of the fool to become depressed. They'll suck you in and look at you with blank eyes, and say to you "you need to really recognize. This isn't a self profiling prophesize life of lies, you're creating it because you can't just visuallize a world without these horrid cries. Just close your eyes and sleep and don't stare at me, because just like you I don't know why children are starved to the point that the only thing unbony is their cheeks. So rest your head, and let your mind free. your slumber will free you from that wunder.