imagine

could you imagine being trapped in a room
for nineteen years
the same color of your walls driving you crazy
creating urges at the back of your mind
organize
color code
plan
clean
the smallest thing out of place
made my hands tremble in irritation
an itch at the back of my mind
fix it
position that right
that book isn't placed in its shelf
the lamp isn't situated right
the slightest noise made my jaw clench
people's habits drove me nuts
they talk a certain way
they can communicate with each other
maybe if my father
would let me communicate with people
i wouldn't be so weird
i wouldn't be so picky
i wouldn't be so me
i would be able to communicate