These Walls
By Tend to Infinity
These walls surround me, metal and cold,
Tossed, unfeeling, fragile and small.
Take from life, by those so strong and so bold,
They asked, they heard, they answered their.
For choice? For Freedom? This is not what I see.
In my cage I see nought but darkness.
What could I have been, wonder or glee?
I suppose, they decided that I couldn't for me.
My name, I could have been Tommy or Phil,
Does it matter? I think not, for now they don't care.
Too young, I think, this could ruin their,
Chances, of what they call the easy way out.
So, when you think of those "mothers" and cheer.
Will you remember me? Dead, in here.