March 15, 2012
White walls surround me,
Confinning me to this tiny room.
Theres very little here,
Nothing more than a bed.
I spend most of my days here.
Let out only to eat.
Im confined to this prision,
For just being me.
People dont understand,
This is who I am.
Instead they lock me up,
In a place for the insane.
I know Im not crazy,
I know I am sane.
But no matter how much I plead,
They wont let me free.

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