Empty Room

--4 February days in a mental hospital--beginning with the day of the 24 inch snowstorm.--
There's a shadow over there
one or two cast by my hair
the window shows gray
I'm by myself today
There's no one else in here
to lay their head upon my shoulder
I cock my head in the mirror
am I really that much older?
Arms wrapped around my knees
as the sun stumbles down the sky
maybe I should stand and run
or then again I could lay here and sigh
I've been brought here to cry
I feel like I came here to lie
The mirror wants me here to die
There's a shadow over there
it's just me and it
it has a steely-eyed stare
and I don't care