My own prison is a dark, cold, and lonely place staring death in it's face, with no where to run and no where to hide I am sitting in my own prison all alone with no one by my side. I am about to go crazy, and maybe insaine with my fist I knock out the window pane in my prison cell the burning sensation relates the feeling as if I was in hell. I am in constant pain and in my own pris- one once again I fell blurting out a loud yell alt- hough there is nobody to help as I sit alone in my cell. This is what it is like in my own prison, and if you want you too can know the feeling if I let you enter with a magical spell.
Reason for writing:
The reason for submitting this poem is because this will
hopefully allow other people who are mistreated in this
world to understand that it is ok to let out their feelings
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