Unfortunantly, this is my last poem that I had in my special folder of English papers/papers I wrote on my own. I will upload more once I write some. This poem was also one of my older sister's papers that I wrote.
In this small room I sit
It's all cushion, no metal
They think I'll give myself a hit
So I dream of a torn up rose petal
I imagine the cool, white woods
The ground with a mysterious, red glow
What they claim happens to be misunderstood
I'm just apart of the natural flow
It's all in black and white
When they said it was time to go
On that dark and dreary night
I had no chance to say no
Before I was imprisioned here
I had a failed attempt
Since you're leaving me dear
This is where I'll be content
