This room is cold and dark,

Like the basement at home with the wet floors.

I feel so alone in this room,

A disparity between me and the outside world.

All alone, with everyone against me.

The police are assholes. Their eyes are sharp and cold.

No sympathy for the girl I used to be.

Used to be.

What happened to the girl I used to be?

Full of smiles and laughter.

Obsequious in my acts-

Much of a teacher’s pet.

That girl has died, for a new person to arise.

Why do they interrogate me so harshly?

Insulting me with every opportune they get.

Now I’m hot and sweaty.

I didn’t mean to do what I did- I tried my hardest to forestall the incident,

But the omnipotent anger that had been building up inside me took over.

Anger that had been insidious, but became more harmful by day.

I’m not crazy,

I knew what I was doing.

I held the gun.

I shook as I slowly pulled back the trigger.

I pulled the trigger.

I watched as the bullet permeated through her skull and out.

So now I am receiving my retribution, because….

I did it.

I look to my side out the window, hoping the shining rays of the sun will insinuate my freedom,

But this room remains cold and dark.