Realization of Something To Come
looking out through the eyes of the person
i once knew now realizing that person has changed
without anyone really seeing it happen locked behind
a series of doors that only a privileged few that
have to keys for a specified routine day in and day
out at first not knowing that special day of when
freedom is to come then finding out that one mess up
and gone for quite a while with no one to hold that is
holds the key to this heart being forced to play this
exhausting game of waiting timed intervals of being kept
in a small room from an hour to overnight without
the ability to walk around the streets whenever it is
wanted not wanting to be in the same place for days and
days wishing what was said was not said and having to
go through the same over and over again wanting to
wear anything but the mandatory and disgusting
uniform the way the privileged regulates it every
single day being labeled with a name that does
not fit at all being held for the wrongs that have
been committed in the past hoping to the higher
power that nothing will happen that will not be
able to handle alone the days starting to fly past
really without a thought of what is going to happen
knowing the set routine for the day without
actually looking at the white paper with black
lettering printed upon it once every few days
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