A teens perspective of oneself, self incarceration, self esteem.
Froom inside my prison
I watch people doing as they please
From inside my prison
I listen to people saying what they want
I feel so trapped
If only i could experience freedom
Freedom to do and be
just like everybody else
I’ve been in prison since childhood
never being able to escape
I feel saddened to be so trapped
not having what it takes to escape
I will just remain here until life’s end
my prison has no concrete
my prison has no metal bars
my prison has no warden or guards
my prison has no other inmates
what my prison has
is a soul with no self confidence.
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