Story Of My Life

A Mind Like Mine

They covered my wrists in
Plaster and cement
Maybe hoping it would bring me feeling
At least the cement was cold
But I could never feel the sensation of cold
It always struck me as odd
Because everyone feels
[Don't they?]
And they thought the cement would
Fix me
The irony in that thought
As I can't breathe now
I'm claustrophobic
And they surrounded me with grey walls
No doors to be found