Mad House
Eyes stapled open,
Mouth taped shut,
Ropes restraining my body,
This is what it’s like in society.
Opinions kept to myself,
Truths always stretched,
Must not make a sound,
Or he’ll get me.
Help me out of this mad house,
For crying out loud,
He killed the girl beside me,
His standards were too much for her.
I’m not safe here,
I tried to get away but the guilt got me,
He won’t let me go,
He’ll kill me himself.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world