These Stripes

Through trials these stripes were earned coming to grips with the three thousand six hundred fifty days of staring at four walls being called by a number instead of my name Earning the respect of my peers cast out by the rest treated as if I were plagued Drinking to forget the pain working jobs I hate cursing god every night Struggling in the streets doing it alone without any parental figures like everyone else experiencing pain These stripes have brought nothing but pain so my friends reached their end behind my eyes were always tears that refused to flow.