I live in a house,
with only one door,
four red walls,
one wood floor.
Just down the hall,
to the left and the right,
six more doors,
one more flight.
I think they all fear me,
they think I'm insane.
Mission accomplished.
I'm inside their brain.
Dead Beat Poet
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insane-brain/
