Madder Than A Box Of Frogs

This room is small
These walls are thin
Curtains closed
Wallpapered in sin
Nothing gets out
nothing gets in

Strange things crawl across her floor
She can’t use them anymore
She’s sits on her knees
fingers in ears
She will never leave this room
For this outside world
Breeds hostility and fear

They say her mind is a lost
Random noises
And broken cogs
You could argue she is
Mad as a box of frogs

She tries to escape
Her screams cry out
She is lost in a box
Of sorrow and discontent.