Left to my own desires, conspiring to do all that I have not been able to do while under a watchful eye.
Enjoying this freedom, sitting here and writing, knowing nothing I do can make me leave here.
Writing, drawing, walking around is all under my power, because I am in a room by myself.
No one can tell me what to do with my life right now, so I just relax and enjoy it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem