Stained glass windows long empty hall

This is where the subject line of my previous post cam from: I wrote this about 16 years ago, it's about me as a child dealing with my mothers mental illness, I can't find the original, and can't remember a couple parts, if I remember or find it, I'll ammend this post:

In the corner scene surreal, a young child doesn't know how to feel.
(I can't remember this part)

Stained glass windows, long empty halls, mommys in the pretty white house with the padded walls.