Confined in white
I’m not crazy
I see them
Everywhere.
The bulbous white specs crawling
Whose Q-tipped hands wave at me
Laughing.
There are little people
that live in the wall
In the nooks and crannies
Staring at you all day.
No privacy
See and know everything
Always are there
Can’t you see them?
I see them
And they laugh
Always laughing!