Isolation

My dear friend
Named Isolation
Has decided to get back at me
Just for the sensation

So thanks to him,
I am stuck in this room
Staring at walls
And plotting my doom

But what he didn't know
Was that I'm the best at this game
See, concentration
Is my middle name

I could spend hours, maybe days
Looking at this wall
Because, I now have nothing better
Nothing at all...

But I promise, pinky promise even
That I will not go insane
For to go insane involves
No sorts of gains

And well, I think there's a gain
In everything here
Because at least now
I don't have to disappear

Because, before I got stuck
In this little white room
I did something bad
I had plotted someone else's doom

But I didn't have time
To decapitate my friend
Because my nice plan
Kind of got pinned

I had raised my weapon
Ready to end it all
When I heard sirens
From outside the wall

Then soon enough
I was escorted out
And then became isolated
Without a single doubt