Trapped in this padded little red cell hell
Nobody listens, no-one to tell
Invisible until useful
Mentally abusive
Lower than low with nowhere to go
Resented for all that was good when you met me
Who am I to kid?
I don't know if you love me?
If this was meant to happen?
Blamed for your mistakes
This is so hard to take
Run, run, run, run, run
Nothing – Photo taken by me of a cell inside Alcatraz, part of the USNPS.
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Mental Notes
PoetryI started to write poetry to get me through some difficult years as a teenager and young adult. Looking back, writing helped me through a period of depression, only recognized some years later. With writing, once the words hit the paper, they lost t...
