I go home today.
I should be happy
But I am not.
I am a felon twice over now.
I scream with pain inside.
My life means nothing to me.
I cry inside but do not dare
Show it in jail.
You don’t show weakness in
Jail or you will be run over.
But I feel horrible inside.
Society sees me as a terrible
Member.
But I guess this matters not.
I am what I am and I guess
I will just have to get used to it.