Poems/Padded

Padded Room

I'm trapped inside, scars within, stuck behind this door, paying for my sins.

They call this place a haven, a saving grace.

That's why the look of torment is on my face.

Inside these walls, there are others like me.

Some which reality, is something they'll never get to see.

Am I really one of the worst in society?

How could you expect me to obey, and go quietly?

Sitting in the corner, rocking steadily back and forth.

In a world where people, are judged only by their worth.

I don't want to stay here, in this mansion of the insane.

Locked in this cozy closet, where moving is such a pain.

Cruel forms of punishment, for just an expression of mind.

In a place built to keep, all of psycho's kind.

Lone Wolf1990 05:01, December 19, 2009 (UTC)