My hand press up upon the glass
Cold upon my fingertips.
The mist rising up the clear wallsâ€¦
I stare out, watchingâ€¦
Out of my glass prison.
Trapped inside this hole like hell
Just for being different.
Just for thinking people look betterâ€¦
When theyâ€™re dead.
Just for being young and hopeless -
Abused, and left for nothingâ€¦
Taking my anger out on another -
Strangling him till he didnâ€™t breathâ€¦
â€˜Til he was dead.
A manic smile across my face,
I watch as they sealed the sceneâ€¦
My fingerprints on his neck.
So obviously guilty.
They sent me here
Where I could be â€˜helpedâ€™
Where I could â€˜get betterâ€™.
Where I could be manipulated
Into doing what they wanted.
Where I could be tortured for so long
I screamed myself to sleep.
I lived here,
And Iâ€™d die here -
In my glass prison.
alright, you know a poem's gotten to you when you've been reading depressing pieces for hours on end and the imagery and phrasing of a poet's "glass prison" has stuck in your head... i thought it was pretty good. apart from some niggly gramtical bits, i'm suprised no one has commented on this already.