the ambiance is horrible

each day in this cage feels like a hundred days I cannot sleep here there is too much yelling too little comfort, the ambiance is horrible. I feel guilty about not appreciating good food or my fuzzy blankets and soft pillow I resolve to pay attention to tulips when I am released. no one comes to visit me I have become someone to be shunned Ignored, a nonentity, a non-person I have never felt more alone or unloved each time I hear a guard say someone else’s name it feels like a sword in my back for no one comes here to see me prison is not a place for my people