Walking into a place I now call my home I realized where my actions have brought me. I spent my life trying to find just a moment in time where I felt excited about something. That something could be anything, anything that got my adrenaline pumping. I sat on a hard, rough surface that represented a bed. I laid my head down on my non-existent pillow just thinking about what lead me to this place in my life. It was innocent at first. I admit that I was a bad influence but that's it. I'm no hardcore criminal. I'm not what any of these guards staring me down think I am. I am a person, a person who has made some mistakes. So why do they look at me like I'm a deviant?
The walls surrounding me were covered in marks from passed prisoners.
The walls were dirty, uncleaned by any antibacterial. Who knows what substances cover these darkened walls. Talking to some of the inmates I came to know that these walls were built over an Indian burial ground. Now I know why I felt an uneasy feeling. I have running thoughts playing in my head of these taunted souls.
The only thing I feel hopeful about is what I will do upon my release. Who will I become? Will i find myself back inside these walls? I don't want to rot here like the people around me who say they are here for life. They have no hope, no family to support them, no nothing. I can only hope my family and friends will support me upon my release. I need a real job, one to keep me on my feet. I need a place to live. Somewhere out of trouble that I can call a real home.
The only thing I feel hopeful about is what I will do upon my release. Who will I become? Will i find myself back inside these walls? I don't want to rot here like the people around me who say they are here for life. They have no hope, no family to support them, no nothing. I can only hope my family and friends will support me upon my release. I need a real job, one to keep me on my feet. I need a place to live. Somewhere out of trouble that I can call a real home.
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