Vent writing ahead.
Here I sit, behind these bars
Nothing but an open field to see
No possibility of parole
No bonds can be paid for my crime
No
get out of jail card
Here I sit, watching free birds fly
Watching deer in the distance
Wishing I could be like them
But then remembering what I am
A prisoner who could never be free
Here I sit, waiting for my fate
Wondering what will ever happen to me
Dreaming of what I'd enjoy in life
But dreams are nothing but false
My crime seals my life away
Here I sit, deep in my thoughts
Reflecting on my sentence
Wondering how the crime I made
Could ever be punished so severely
I am a living example of such
Here I sit, behind these bars
One who committed the ultimate crime
Of being born, of being alive
And not being able to pay my debt
Because life is a costly mistake
"...the ultimate crime /
^I like that. A lot.
This is really good. Although, being a vent piece, I hope you feel better. ;-; ♥
^ ^ What Wetterhound said
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What Wetterhound said XD
I really like this, but I'm sad that it has to be vent-writing ;; Hope you feel better, Quad.
I originally had thought
These past few years I've felt trapped, unable to do the things I would like to because of being stuck in this city while trying to finish college as well as the way the economy has been. But it's other things, I feel trapped as a person because I am so different than others here and have found very few people I can relate to. When most people in Alabama see a deer, they see venison and a pair of antlers to put over their fireplace. They don't see a beautiful animal living a free life as I do. The same goes for religion, I have to keep it hidden that I study Buddhism because I live in the Bible Belt. If I openly read a Buddhist book, I would have people literally scolding me for 'not putting Jesus first' and/or 'reading pagan books instead of reading the Bible.'
So this work was both referring to my life as it is as well as the person who I am. I hate having to hide myself, the real me, behind walls and doors. I hate having to be a fake person outside of my home.
I guess...quite frankly...I just hate who I am sometimes. I have very little pride because I hide my real self and put on a facade when I step out in public.
Sorry, I know I'm ranting as always. Thanks for the comments.
I guess...quite frankly...I
you have no idea how much i relate to that.
how my friends here don't even know about the real me.