Behind these bars, I feel so alone.
I know I have done wrong, these nightmares are mine to own.
When will I stand forth and admit to my own wrong doings, I am so afraid.
These feelings are mine to be made.
I walk back and forth in this padded cell.
I know there were things I could tell.
The voices became louder and my strength was fragile inside of me.
If I would of told the truth, right now I could of been free.
Now I will stand forth upon a judge, he will.make the decision of what I have plead.
I know I should of been honest, instead of carrying myself in a mess.
Whatever the judge has rendered, Is what I must face.
I just want one more moment with my mom, and maybe an embrace.
These walls are closing in on me.
I try to let it be.
After the judge said " not guilty."
I ran in the arms of my mom, and my tears for once, I let her see..
That's when I realized that I was free.
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