Locked away in this prison-like place
No chance for me to ever escape
What did I do to wrong it's hard to see
I just want to get out and be me
Never getting the help I need it seems
Going to sleep every night with more crazy dreams
My only escape from reality you're reading right now
Writing on paper helps me somehow
Awakening everyday with hopes of release
Perhaps go home and be in peace
That day will come someday I hope
Until then I will just have to learn to cope
By...me Stacie Arnold
