Imprisonment

To Some People, finding The door of opportunity is rare

They say they were doomed from the start

It is like life was never fair

Life is complicate message like art

The walls are closing in

They are running out of time

Some don't even feel comfortable in their own skin

Some can’t sleep even during their bedtime

They don't even choose life’s simplest decisions

They are always told what to do

They probably don't know what is television

The people “caring for them” don't care for the flu

Do they know about life outside the walls?

They want to be let out

Yet they are hitting hard like the Niagara Falls

They are always face with self-doubt

To  be honest, they probably don't their own selves

They are the people who were made for this

They want to live lives like ourselves

They just want life bliss