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May 2014
Behind these bars is where I pace,
This is my castle, my place.

Behind these bars I tick day by day,
Waiting for my que to get away.

Behind these bars I remember why,
Why I need to wait for these days to pass by.

Behind these bars my mind drifts,
To when I stole an elevator lift.

Behind these bars my heart sinks,
I remember drowning a foe in alcoholic drink.

Behind these bars I recollect,
On when I made a teacher infect.

Behind these bars I stand once more,
For breaking down every door.

Behind these bars I think of the irony,
In the fact that all my troubles are inside of me.

Behind these bars, I never break through,
cos you're as dangerous to me,
As I am to you.
Lydia Victoria Kate
Written by
Lydia Victoria Kate  20/F/Cornwall
(20/F/Cornwall)   
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