Were Did Things Go Wrong?

Cool green grass,
Sit on your a*s.
Bright blue sky,
Soul flying high.

Cold grey concrete
Industrial meat
Paper thin floors
Big heavy doors

Warm smiles
Pictures of isles
Tapping my pencil
Feeling quite mental

No where to turn
Feel my stomach churn
I want to go home,
Just leave me alone!

Cramped bathroom stall.
I lean on the wall.
It will never thrust.
Something I can trust.

Author's Note

The rhyme's are really rough.