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!
