It’d been, NOT the least bit easy, trying to make a home, out of this three-bedroom prison, and yeah, I’ll admit, that from the outside looking in, this place looks amazing, but, TRY living on the inside of those four external walls, then, YOU tell me!
Trying to make a home, out of this three-bedroom prison, it’s like, I’m going through the motions, everything became, mechanical, I wake up, brush my teeth, take a shower, eat my breakfast, and, the days just, marched on, slower, and slower, it seemed.
how it’d felt, mentally, not my photograph.
Trying to make a home, out of this three-bedroom prison, how can I? I HATE this place! And I will, NEVER be haypy here, so, don’t ask me to T-R-Y! Trying to make a home, out of this three-bedroom prison, but I can’t, this place is flooded with my awful memories of what could’ve happened, what would’ve been, and, how am I, supposed to, be living in htis, house of ALL these flooding regrets, huh???
Trying to make a home, out of this three-bedroom prison, well, from the outside, I look like, I’m okay, but, from the inside (and only I am aware of this, ‘cuz I still, hide it all too well!!!), I’m secretly, concocting, a getaway plan, waiting for my time, to escape…………
How it looks, physically…not my picture.
Trying to make a home, out of this three-bedroom prison, well, you KNOW what, you can, live here, all alone, as the ONLY inmate (say hi to your solitary confinement for me, why don’t ya???), and the jail warden at the same time too, ‘cuz I’m O-U-T!
Life, the Obstacle Course 