The walls detain me
The brick blood walls
Grabbed and pulled me in
A prison built on discipline
a rumble of Failure.
They welcome you to their cage
That hides an enemy unseen
Death wanders the court of failure.
He looks in the cage and asks
“Why do they look disheartened?”
Attempts at youth brutality
Among vitality
They claim they reeducate
And embrace modification
But even the lies of the past
Stand hopeless in
Truth of youth.
Enemies declared
Against are not thy enemies
but friends
Our true enemy is this
Hell is our oppressors
They gag and heave us
Into beautiful snow white
Cells asking “Fear not”
But they are not a bringer of light
They hide behind a simper.
Some claw to loose themselves
Of this punishment, some escape
And never return
To give out the same wounds
Once inflicted on them
This is a prison of the
Lost with no return in view
This is my prison
I wrote this poem to express how it feels to be trapped in a place that pretends to help but hurts, like a prison or a strict institution. I was inspired by people who feel lost or silenced in systems that say they bring change, but instead take away freedom. The poem came out of strong emotions. I didn’t plan much—I followed each line's feeling. I used simple but strong images, like “brick blood walls” and “snow white cells,” to show the harshness and false promises. I also used personification, like making Death a character, to bring the poem to life. The main ideas are control, loss of hope, and hidden pain. It’s about people being punished instead of being helped. I was inspired by writers like Sylvia Plath and George Orwell, who wrote honestly about pain and truth.