From the prisoner

My body is a prison.
And like a prison it aint pretty.
but it serves it's purpose.
it locks away a girl,
whose emotions could cause chaos.

the girl thrashes against the walls
in an attempt at freedom
sometimes she manages to crumble some of the wall.
most times though
she sends letters to strangers,
who may never fully understand.
just to attempt to release the emotions
the prison so desperately tries to hold back.

by littleford94
posted on 07/16/2009