Condemned

I roam the empty
And derelict halls of
This asylum.
Condemned by the world
For my thoughts.
Deemed insane by my peers
And so-called "friends"
I'm supposed to spend
My life in this hell hole?
They let me stroll
Wherever I want
In this sterile building
Since right now
I'm it's only "resident".
But soon there will be
Others.
Won't there?
Or did they build it
Just for me?
The others are all
Filled up.
Full of people
Who are real.
The ones who
Expressed themselves