A/N: Hey everyone, guess what? I'm doing a poetry course next semester, and to get a headstart, I started writing a poem for this story. Yes, I just updated, but who cares? I'll write in the next chapter my acknowledgements to the reviewers of the previous chapter (and this poem), but please, read and enjoy!

It's the strangest thing

To live inside these walls

I can never know

What goes on outside

It's like my life is going on

But I'm not in it

Because this is what vandalism leads to

There's someone in here

Who can sometimes make me smile

We're partners in crime

So to speak

Making trouble, pulling pranks

That's our favourite pastime

Because this is what arson has led to

Sometimes I like

To hang out with my cellmate

She's crazy, but smart

I'm a bit afraid of her

She wishes she weren't here

And won't come back when she's done

Because this is what assault has led to

The most frightening I know

Has a mental disorder

He's six people in one

And sadistic as hell

But when the throws me to the ground

I can fear for my life

Because this is what murder has led to

I'm not stuck here forever

I'll be going home soon

I miss my old home

And I miss being free

I even miss my sisters

Though they drive me insane

But I won't miss juvenile hall.

So, what did you think? Did it capture Bailey for you? I wrote it in like ten minutes. Please, keep reviewing, you guys!