Being blamed for something isn’t fun.

Being blamed for something you didn’t do is dreadful.

Being locked up in what seems like a room with no windows or doors.

This room is completely isolated.

No fun.

Nothing to do.

No one to talk to.

Completely alone.

You could tell the truth and stay in the room,

Or you could lie and be free in time for summer.

While in this room you remain,

Not knowing about what’s going on in the world,

Not knowing you still have people who love you,

Concealed behind the walls.

Although you don’t see us

We are here,

Waiting until you are freed.

We are here to catch you if you fall,

On your way out the door.

Whenever that may be.

Please do what your heart tells you.

I am here to catch you if you fall.