I, the Breather

Trapped, confined in an acute establishment, a minor prison filled with caramel desks and single colored painted walls Sunlight is unavailable, a myth amusement and talking are forbidden only blinding ceiling lights and a cold winter wind lingers on simulating a haunting of sorts I find myself actively, actually counting every second, minute, hour till the bell sounds the end of the day I can't begin to explain how much I've had enough I want to be on my way, another day like this I cannot take for even I, the breather am nothing but a loner in here These gazes falling upon me, I can live without The murmurs and whispers surrounding, give it up, they mean nothing fourteen minutes left, fourteen brings back so many memories but time, press fast forward I'm sick of life going so slowly since I feel like I'm floating on an ocean, isolated