Life of a prisoner
As if I was a criminal
worst than a slave.
My mouth is sealed with thread,
by the thick needle which poke through my lips.
My voice echoing,
trying to break out from my throat.
Unreasonable commands which they forced me to abide,
unbelievable facts which they tried to make me buy,
unbreakable rules they wanted me to follow,
sucking every breath out of my soul.
Fell into this so-called higher institution,
Fell into this invisible shit hole,
Fell into the deepest point of my life,
I just hope I don’t turn out psycho.
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