Some say life is what you make it
But never said
Life situations could take it
As I looked at all these faces
Gave me a new sight
Yet I will never know
What its like to live their life
Only through what they write
And the way each of them speaks
All in the same situation
Yet unique
Trying to maintain
Surrounded in an environment
Where one can’t show pain
Doesn’t mean the pain isn’t real
Portraying a person
Who doesn’t know how to feel
Not knowing what to express
Anger, pain, and aggression
To them is an outlet
Still not out yet
Confided to a small space
Living up to their life’s mistakes
Everyday is their sorrow
Awaiting the date to see
The outside of tomorrow
Somehow brought me a sorrow
In which I can relate
Knowing life can’t
Fast forward, rewind, or be erased
Wondering how I would have felt
In the situation they lived themselves
As they spoke how it truly feels
Can’t explain, or obtain a notion
To my imaginary
Is their real
As in their words
they expressed
Through hardships and darkness
Their freedom through writing
Is a gift