Poems About Life

the jail

The doors slam
Voices raise
The alarm goes on and we're all trapped.
My breath catches in my throat in a sudden panic.
One wrong move will bring the warden on your head.
One wrong word will leave you without the things you fought for so hard.
Convicted for a 'crime' that wasn't a crime I will never be as I was because now they expect it of me.
How can I be better when a step out of the usual will get me in trouble for something I haven't done?
How can I be me when I'm forced into a mold of who they want me to be?
I am not living in jail, I have committed no crime, I am innocent but not to my jailers.
I am innocent to all but my parents.