She was only as sane as the walls around her. Each alone on their own side, the walls bared no colour, no memories and no shadows to prove there was light. One window and one door verified it was a room and not her imagination; Her imagination she could not escape however the door was seen as an exit. She only ever saw doors as exits.
Each wall looked as miserable as the next. She could hear them crying for help and looking for their own self. How could she rise to the expectations of others if the very walls that watched her, were trying to pull themselves down.