I'm in a prison
It's a prison with green walls
A bed in the corner
A used-to-be canopy bed
Leaves rest on the comforter
Books line the walls
A stereo blasts rock music
I want to get out
To escape
I stand, run
The door slams
Stuck again
I get out
The guard wasn't watching
TV's, couches, tan walls
Front door open
Cold concrete under my bare feet
Grass covered in dew
Cool air
Rustling branches
I'm still trapped
Still stuck
Why am I?
My prison...is my home