Childhood Prison

Four walls and a ceiling

Nothing more to me

Bare slabs and a red floor

Nothing more, nothing more.

I've spent hours over days

Grounded to my room for weeks

Spending my time rhyming

And wiping tears from my cheeks

I cannot recall what I did

To be left with food and bathroom breaks

But the stars always looked brighter

While I tried to think of my mistakes

Four walls and a ceiling

Nothing more to me

Bare slabs and a red floor

Nothing more, nothing more.