The Sanctuary

I've been "trapped" in here,
A small, white prison.
At least that's how it looks,
To those on the outside.

Though it's different to me,
For I see things different.
It's not a guarded prison,
But rather a pure sanctuary.

It protects me from the outsiders,
Though who can not see.
Those who think differently,
Than many of us here.

I take pity upon them though,
Disappointed they will never know.
Know the bliss and serenity
That comes with our knowledge.

So while they see this "prison",
But only from the outside.
I am on the inside of this,
This great sanctuary of peace.