The room

The room isnt how you imagine
There's no queue
No people
Its just a room
Four walls and no window
You can't trace your location
No phone signal or internet
Just the walls
They look untouched
Freshly painted
New
But this room is worn down
This room has seen millions of faces just like mine
The disbelief in our faces as we land here
As we search for a door or a way out
But there's nothing to grab hold of
The walls cant be felt
You just know they're there
Shiny and so damaging
If the walls could talk
They'd recall the tears, the anger, the screaming
They'd tell you tales that'd keep you awake for weeks
For this isn't a real place
Its a transition
Its designed to serve a purpose
Of which each is different
To move on, grow up, let go, accept, meditate, relax, hide, run
Whatever it is, this room is here
So you may aswell get used to it
Let's start with your name....