Here we are now,
In our own personal hell
Going day after day,
Doing what is planned for us.
Never getting to socialize with our peers.
Or smell the fresh spring air.
Is this not prison we ask?
They tell us no,
That we are here for help.
But what brought us here can’t be easily fixed.
The crimes in which we are punished
Are those of self-harm and self-hate.
They say our minds are still young,
That they can rebuild the way we feel
But can’t they see we’re just a couple of kids
Who aren’t easily swayed.
For this is what we were taught
And prison isn’t going to change our minds.