The smiling faces
of friends I haven't seen
in years
mock me from the walls
Pretty blinds try
to hide the fact
that this room
is a cell
in a prison
called home
Each day I wake up
to find the bars on the windows
no one else can see
My jailer greets me every morning
by asking
if I brushed my teeth,
and the guard dogs
are in fact
cats
I'm in this prison
for two more years
framed
for a crime
I didn't commit
And I can't wait
to
get
out