Four walls covered in grey
Grey, like the metaphorical cloud over my head
Hovering over me, as I lie in my frameless bed
The bed where I freeze at night due to the unsealed windows
The unsealed windows the neighbors can see right through as they are curtain-less
No curtains to go along with an unhinged door. Is everybody watching me?
They must know what I do behind locked doors between
these four walls covered in grey