I am stuck in a prison
One without bars, but four walls and a door
With a mother for a guard
One small misstep or wrong move
And its back to solitary confinement
No contact with the outside world
All the time I think to myself
"Maybe if I'm good and work hard
I can get out early for good behavior."
I constantly get out on parole
Only to get forced back in
On false charges, or by being myself
The warden knows all, sees all
I have no privacy in my cell
My life, open to all who wish to see it
I wish to go home, but I cannot
I wish to see my family, but have limited contact
I would try to escape and be free
But at what cost?
I would be a fugitive, still imprisoned
©Dustyn Smith