I feel like I'm stuck in a jail cell.
With nothing to do.
Confined in a room,
That is 4x6x2.
There's stone walls,
With white paint.
There no bars,
Unless you're in my brain.
I keep these thoughts,
locked deep down.
A guard at the door,
Making sure I don't break down.
If these thought escape,
I'm sure I'll lose my mind.
So I'll keep them under lock and key,
30 years to life.
I'll visit from time to time,
Just to make sure they don't go missing.
But when I enter into that dark place,
I call it my home sweet prison.
