Yah, I'm in Prisonment,
And it is seventeen now.
Prison is not cover with four walls,
But from inner fondness, anxiety,
Frightened to loose something.
The life I'm living now is'nt a ordinary life,
It is just a portrayal created deep in my mind.
Every day suppose to be a new day
For Every one, but not in my case.
I am still in Prisonment ;
want to live like others, but it seems to be unfeasible.
A desire in mind to come out of this,
But the inner fondness is pulling me back.
And now, i have less chance to escape.
