Have you ever been in a interviewing room in a police station? Those dark grey walls that you spent half of your time in there staring at, while you get told by two very strict, prim and proper police officers that what you did wasn't right. Who are they to know whats wrong or whats right for that matter. They just play it by the book. But nobody's perfect, everybody has done something wrong at some point in our life. Even them.
Have you ever been in the inside of a court room? And no I don't mean just sitting as the jury watching somebody being put down. It could be 8 months, they get, 8 years or maybe even life. All you know now is that you've changed their life forever. They maybe even haven't done the crime they have been convicted of. Maybe they weren't even in the right state of mind. All they know is, all that time they have been standing there, they have been silently judged by strangers and people they know. Who have been sitting on the benches at the back of the court. As they look back, all they see is 100 eyes glaring back at them. Even their family doesn't look proud of what they've done and who they've become.
Have you been ever sat in a prison cell? You move from the cold hard floor where you were sitting before to the "bed." It's not any better than where you were sitting. It's a rock solid piece of concrete with a very thin blue mattress on top. You stare at it and think of how that used to be your favourite colour, now all you can think about when you see that colour is that day. That day when you were dragged kicking and screaming into the back of a police car proclaiming your innocence. Who are they to know your innocent. To society, they're right and you're wrong. All because they are in the "right" state of mind. Who says what state of mind is "right". As long as you are able to make decisions...that should be it.
You look up and count the days you have been in here. Only 3 weeks. It's not even been a month, and you are already going out of your mind...well not to them, they already think you're away with the fairies. You listen to the silence, its the only peace and time to yourself you'll get around here. Most nights that's bad because you just remember all the people you have hurt. Tomorrow you be with other inmates who claim that they, themself are innocent. Nobody's going to believe you while there are around, but you can't get rid of them so maybe they'll just have to get rid of you. You roll over onto your side and crawl up into a fetal position. A single tear rolls down your cheek. You not going to get away any time soon so you'll just have to put up with it. You close you eyes hoping that will be enough to block out all the bad thoughts. You fade into the darkness but soon the sun will rise and you'll be fighting with your demons and everybody else once more.