Prison

You've made a place. 

Where I should want to be. 

Where I should feel safe. 

Somewhere. 

I'm running to get away from. 

But how well can you run. 

When your being tied down? 

I try to take days. 

To be away. 

Because. 

When I'm in school. 

And have s****y days there. 

I have to come home. 

To a s****y house. 

Where I no longer wish to be. 

Three months... 

After three months. 

There wont be a damn thing you can do. 

I'll be eighteen. 

You wont have a say. 

But.. Until then. 

I'm trapped. 

Like a fish in a net... 

Struggling to breath. 

But never catching any air.