Some try to hide Others expose their pain But each within alone And waiting to be touched Jailed, sanctuaried But empty Only containing What is brought Into the realm Breaking down, into nothing Numbing, maddening and real They were silent Always battling With the chameleon room And heaven, and hell And themselves Hazy, not warm nor cold Cornerless, soft, no windows A voice we hate Tells us nothing That we're nothing at all Just right Or so wrong You decide when you enter And feel your true self Or what you want Jailed, sanctuaried But you're empty Only containing what you bring Into your realm You're breaking down Into nothing Numbing, maddening You can't feel