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Apr 2014
I sat before the court
Only each face staring back at me,
was my own

What are you dreams?
How about your goals?
What are the mountain tops
you climb to make you whole?


I closed my eyes
I tried to think,
but the harder I tired
the farther I start to sink

My only goal is to find my way out
This place is cruel and evil
Intentions are always stained
with some ulterior motive

Love is always killed by hate
The light becomes the enemy
It leaves me in a broken state.

My dreams were crushed,
before I ever dreamed
I stare in my own eyes,
and wonder what it's worth?
There's no love for me,
nothing here for me on Earth.

Sometimes I figure this place is hell
No way to prove it, so no way to tell
I fight the urge to torture myself
Somehow it's like settling my debts,
Debts that were dealt with someone
I've never met


The gavel smacks once
And the jury decides
I'm already imprisoned
In the prison inside
Katlyn Orthman
Written by
Katlyn Orthman  21/F/Minnesota
(21/F/Minnesota)   
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