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