Jail Mate

Each room was painted in every dirty color.
Each way she turned, the jail mates would holler.

Day after day freedom would slowly get closer.
Day after day her tears would only run further.

Is every person really as bad as they seem?
Is all this awfulness really just a very bad dream?

Not so fun being popular when death threats line your shelf.
Not so fun being angry when the only one to blame is yourself.

Worth nothing more than anyone else in this cell
Worth nothing to anyone else in this hell.

Living only to eat three little meals then to sleep.
Living soullessly and all you can do about it is weep.