I am alone, in all orange, chains tearing into my wrists, bored as hell. Will I ever get out of here? No way out. When I opened my eyes in the morning, I believe I can just get up and walk out but unfortunately all I see is the dark look from an officer yelling at me to wake up. Jhonson is the worst one. Everyone around here tells me that he came straight from hell, wouldn't surprise me. He deserves to die,I would take care of that but its not possible with chains bounding my wrists together. Twenty two hours, in a cage. Was it worth it? They all ask me. Yes, and I still is I just need to get out of here. The only thing in here that I have is a toilet, a steel bed, and a yellow notepad with a pencil. I need to be remembered, I can't just disappear into history as another one of those crazys. The world needs to know that I am not only a crazy, but a hero, that I helped save society and I will continue to do so. Until I find a way to get out of here, I guess I could write down why they think I should be in here. Where the walls are stone and my shadow is my only freind.
