Assignment: Terza Rima

I find myself standing in front of your white wall;
The one that you pay no attention to.
The same one that makes me feel so small,

So insignificant and empty and askew
In my own body, in my own mind-
Like I’m falling with nothing to cling to.

But it’s stare doesn’t seem to make you feel blind.
It doesn’t seem to make you nauseous
Or claustrophobic or trapped or confined.

So maybe I’m the one who should be cautious.
Maybe I’m the one who’s nuts and crazy-
Maybe it’s me with a guilty conscious.