Teenage Prison

A bitter coldness
Envelopes thee
As a desire for something scalding
Like a burnt tongue
On top of a pile of disgust
Like your only meal trapped in a vending machine
You kick, you scream,
You lick the machine out of pure starvation
And hear to the rich,
As they say,
"Who knew you had the money to throw around..."
You wince at the pain

I long for an endless rain
Trapped in a cell,
A cage,
Just as an animal,
They wonder why it is,
So rebellious... No.
Attitude.
It's the buzz word, of those looking down on ants
Such attitude! Do you not care for your image?
A girl is to please!!
Please the teacher. Please the man. Please the husband.
To rebel is to be a fault,
To be sentence to prison,
Learn the place of a dog,
In a low paying job,
In a low level place.
Ignore her disability, ignore her lower class,
As if she is even "she" at all,
Spit upon her,
A rebel who can not please.

He longs for an endless rain,
Harder, and harder
Let it consume me.
Let the rain fall so voraciously upon my head
So that I may fall ill
And die

Bang your head upon the cell walls,
It's not as though he committed wrong doings,
He thought - this is normal
To be a teenager
When others are doing so much worst,
Beating his heart with nails and splinter wood
With the same words, so consistently
He starves, he freezes, he has a lack of a temper;
Yet he's trying oh so hard every day,
He falls to his knees,
The cell is so cold,
And so is he,
A cold, disgusting human being
Had he murdered a man? Insulted a man? Harmed a man?
Not a bit, and yet...

So many young kids are dying in a cell,
Potential wasted in an expectant, biased world
And all their tears are collected upon me,
For years of being a perfectionist, so quiet as to not disturb,
I've collected more suspensions,
Than any teenager in this world