the next room, another poem Options

[racoons > you]

four walls
for granted
closing in
the good sense you prize
tells me to run
the laughters in the next room
i'll had in there
and chat with the grown ups
its easier to smile
than cry
and say why
i've lied
punished
for two year's good behaviour
cuase its wortheless
a dollar a minute
or fifty cents a dime
you cant run from you problems
but im really fast
see?
i won a medal
on the wall
'Best Actor'
f**k adam sandler, i'll play the fool
for sleepwalking
forget willy, he's got nothing on me
try alittle harder
and smile a little longer
melodrama?
or psychoanalysis of a grapefruit
vegetative, and tuned out
staring
and serving you a beer
while you laugh with them
and show my report
yes im proud
but excuse me
while i step into the next room
and have anervous breakdown
dont worry.
i'll leave a portrait with a ceramic grin
no one will know
im a real good artist