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This idea came to me and I wrote a story based on it but this is the original poem. Enjoy.

My prison

I've never been outside my prison
To many, A prison is
A big, tall, dark building with bars of steal
over the windows and doors
To me, my prison is where
many people feel safe and warm

My prison is Home.

I've never felt the wind on my face
I've never had the sun blind my eyes
I've never had rain soak me
I've never ever been outside

I wonder why
I can't be left outside, it looks like fun
I wonder will I ever be left outside
will I grow up.Maybe

Or will I stay here
This half-human trapped by my own family.
Forever.

By
KatieKatlin