The Sound of Incrimination

With eyes fixated
upon the white walls of
derangement,

A switch was switched in alleged secrecy, but
secrecy it was
not.

The sounds, from which there could be no escape,
resounded within the walls.
Bouncing, reverberating, echoing,
from white to white to white to white.

From without all would appear well.
From within, a mind was sure to be lost.