Juvenile Detention

July 6, 2009
By Anonymous

Cold empty room
holding me inclosed-like i'm dead in a tomb.
A big door with a code i can't crack
And i will admit, good behavior i've lacked.
Feeling alone as the people walk by.
Thinking of home, when i said my goodbyes.
I feel afraid inside and the pain won't subside.
There all mad at me, and i just wanna be free!
I'm crying i'm lying and i feel like i'm dying...
Unstable, unable to be define my true feelings.
Left in my cell as i stare at the ceiling.

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