Imprison

knuckles are bloody from

trying to pull open steel bars

I’ve kept a hidden collection 

inside of a book of glass shards

screaming for mercy, but the 

guards ignore me as I shout,

“You have the wrong person, 

would you please let me out!”

“Why’d you scream this 

morning?” He asked,

now you decide to care about

how I feel, but that won’t last

the silence is letting in, and I 

refuse to give in to a false identity

last night you were fighting with 

me as I was telling you to leave

bad temperament is hereditary,

my back is hurting from this 

baggage I’ve been carrying

enough is enough,

I’ve had it with you

think about everything,

what we've gone through

I never want to go back,

having to mark down each tally,

I can no longer keep track

here’s to the home 

that set itself aflame 

this isn’t worth it,

it’s not a fair game

- Leah Rae