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: 
My community
My country
Our world


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