Day 206. Poem/Short Story. I'm not sure if this is a poem or just a short story but I wanted to keep writing. The last poem I wrote was very uncomfortable. I feel like it's cringe. But I like a good challenge. I feel more exposed. I think that is good for me. I feel like this process requires more in depth critical thinking which can also be very advantageous to my visual art. So with all that being said here we go. 

They took me prisoner 
When I was 12
I don;t know why
I think they wanted to keep me safe
It seemed ok
They fed me, let me exercise
And there was a nice window looking out
But they were verbally abusive
One day they left the door open
I wandered outside
It seemed like a nice place
But it was bright and noisy
So I went back inside
The guard asked why I was back
"I like my mattress here" I said
I went back to my cell
And laid on my bed
While staring at the ceiling
I realized that the guard looked just like me