Behind these walls I’m forever stuck I have no home; I’m out of luck. Behind these walls I'm all alone I can't escape; I'm on my own. Shower me with gas, Starve me of food; Derive me of love Make me feel used That's okay For I have hope, I am alive; I will go home. I'll see the drops of dew I’ll find the snow, Like a soft, white blanket In the moonlight’s glow Of a streetlight from afar Lighting up the lane I will be there Out of this cage. But behind these walls Here I stand Without any windows. I imagine what I can. One day I will experience A light winter rain; Sunlight in the summer, And no scratchy chains. I know I’m dreaming; But I do not fear it, For nothing you do to me Can ever **** my spirit.
a poem i wrote about concentration camps in 6th grade