My Ivory Tower

Shadows move on my wall,
Are those voices I hear?
Or are they in my imagination?
I glance around but I’m still alone.

I’m like the princess in a story,
Locked in her ivory tower,
Waiting for her prince charming,
But I’m no princess,
These four walls surrounding me,
Are no ivory tower,
The man I love is no prince.

My thoughts run deep,
They cut deep too,
And yet I can’t bring myself to do it,
The little voices are urging me on,
My lips quiver in weakness,
As my fingers grip the blade,
And yet I can’t even end my own torment.

People mutter as they walk past,
Quickly averting their eyes,
I know I’m different,
Why can’t they understand me?
Their mutters turn to cruel taunts,
And yet the blade doesn’t cut.

I glance up at the knock on the door,
And my thoughts vanish,
No blade, no princess, no prince,
Once again I’m just surrounded,
By my four white walls.