To tell you the truth, I don't know why I'm here, but here I am, surrounded by four white walls. I'm waiting for that witch to leave me here. I'm waiting to see the rainbow and gates. I am waiting to let out by a doctor. I'm waiting to get out of here. I'm waiting to get on a different floor of this hospital. I'm waiting for floor two: psych. I'm waiting to get into another room. I'm waiting for this I.V. to empty out into my veins. I'm waiting to see people like me. I'm waiting to share a room with a boy who is almost as 'crazy' as me. I'm waiting to feel safe. I'm waiting to do this all over again. I'm waiting to see all the nurses and staff. I'm waiting for Adivan to help me fall asleep at night. Here he comes, getting ready to evaluate me and send me to floor two' again. What will change this time?