Cross the Road, --Written in Lang. Arts. haha Options

[IceCream4U]

Sitting in this room,
I wonder what I'm doing with my life
I'm just staying here
And I swear I'm clausterphobic.

I haven't seen anybody
In oh, so long
They try to come up
I always reject

But I do want somebody
To talk to, to hear.
Oprah isn't helping,
Depressing me even more.

The blinds are shut
Doors and windows closed.
The nightstand is clear,
Except for a shining knife.

I hold myself back,
But I head for the door
I step downstairs
And the clouds spell my name.

I brush my teeth,
And comb my hair
Put on my dress
And give the dog a leash.

Hey, this isn't too bad
The sun feels great
I'm lost in the blue sky,
And I cross the road.