A new room

White white like everything here

With soft walls

Like pillows I could sleep on

If gravity decides to twist

No window but then

There was no window before

No table either

Or bed

Just blank bare room

New clothes

That tie me up

Constrict me

I feel like a pretzel

I laugh at the thought

A pretzel in a bag of cloth

Would not be very good

New food

Hard bright things

Added in with all the rest

Hard to swallow

Somewhere a piece of me

Brings to life lucid memory

Telling me not to eat it

I don't need it

But there's nowhere to hide it

In my new room

Someone always finds out

And then they make me eat it anyways

New people

Who speak so softly

As if afraid to spook a horse

I'm not a horse

Just a girl

They can't spook me

Not after what I've seen

I've tried telling them this

They like it when I talk

And I like it when they talk

So I keep my part of the symbiosis

And they keep theirs

But I still won't say some things

No

That will stay the same