locked up from society and from the world
concrete walls and metal bars looking at me.
sadnes creeps upon me like a lion does his prey;
cold, hard cots they call beds feel like a sheet of ice on top a river.
guilt bubbles up in my stomach rise to my chest.
concrete walls and metal bars.
strangers pass me by wanting to know my story.
I am ashamed of myself.
my home till my fate is bestowed upon me.
my family not to be found by my side,again.
my friends nowhere, like ghosts diappearing in the night.
concrete walls and metal bars.
when will i get out?
today? tomarrow?
hopefully soon.
the days are short and the nights are long; i know i'll get out.
but when?
when?
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