White Walls

White walls.

While I sit on my bed and look around the room,

Wishing I could clean up all my mistakes with a broom,

Wiping my tears knowing I’m going behind bars,

What was my reason for stealing these cars?

White walls.

When were they taking me in?

Why did I have scars all over my knees and skin?

Where exactly were they taking me?

Wondering what type of atmosphere I would see?

White walls.

We all took part in it but I took the blame.

Wrong, I told myself, feeling so ashamed.

Will they give me two, four, or six years? I’m scared,

With me, myself, and I these white walls I never shared