I don't like playing games…

I don't like pretending everything is alright…

So I call life like I see it…

8 foot titanium walls

No books

No television

Nothing to pass the time

Because nothing

no-one can survive my discharge

All I can do is sit there hour after hour…

day after day…

Week after week…

Finally, the doors open…

And the pain takes over…

As my consciousness slips, I remember who I was

And why I became that person

All I wanted was to be respected

But that just isn't in the cards

Is it Wes?