My Prison Poem by Shay Mitchell

As soon as i walk into this house,
Bars appear to cover all the windows and doors.
I force a smile on my face,
And hide all my feelings behind hidden walls.
I slip off my shoes,
As i head downstairs to my prison.
When i walk into my room,
I dropp my sh*t on the floor.
And lay on my bed,
As i try to ignore all the pain.
In this silent house,
I slowly waste-away with every passing minute.
Everytime my parents scream,
I imagine how free i'll be when i get out of this place.
Because to me,
This isn't a home.
For when i come here,
I can't be myself.
I can't laugh, smile, cry, or talk.
In this place,
That i'm locked in.
I'm slowly wasting-away.
Why can't my parents see this?