For why was I put here to sit alone in this jail of a chair, where I sit in rage and anger.
Why was I put here?
I was put here to pay the price of a crime that I deny committing
Is it wrong to jail a confused boy or be jailed for not following along to the correct steps?
I think so but nobody cared.
I was a leader at the front of every line but lost it as quickly as it came, as soon as I sat in that chair.
I was betrayed by those commissioned over me.
They obliterated any of that reputation that was left of me
as I sat in that chair
with a cold dead stare of
I watched as my peers bolted out the door to see their friends
while I sit in that chair.
away in a space filled with unease and dread.
Finally the sixmagic words “alright you are free to go,” I ran out to meet those on the outside
But note those who were commissioned over me, never let me forget that moment.
The time I spent in that chair.