All in My Head by Danielle Hutchinson (16, United Kingdom)

Trapped within these four walls,
but when did they get so beige?
Perhaps when the carpet wore thin,
its thread no longer intact.

Trapped within these four walls,
but when did they get so cracked?
Perhaps when the carpet faded from cream to sour milk,
its colour turning putrid.

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Trapped within these four walls,
but when did they get so tall?
Perhaps when the carpet went from beneath my feet to under my face,
its fibres soaking my tears.

Trapped within these four walls,
but when will they fall down?
Perhaps when they crumble I can sweep them under the carpet,
the light starts to filter in.