Prison

Back to the prison little children right through those doors.Screams awaiting all down the halls,cold is the feeling just when she sees it.Oh the terror of being shut up and beaten. In we must go the chains pulling her in with the rest of them. Shackled together fighting to get through,just to be shoved into a silent room.Back to the prison;in the prison she awaits as others pretend to enjoy themselves. Truthfully there all stoned faced in hell as well as she.Watching the clock again and again being pulled every which way waiting for the end.Taking every hit,each scream and going on.She stares at the clock waiting for the hand to make the torture stop.Finally the bells ring and everyone is pushed out,some cry some fall but she just smiles.Walking away the shackles disappear;farewell she says and the prison is gone.Once home they ask "How was school?" Laughing she says "Great." They who don't know are fools to us all.