White walls. I wish I could paint them. I see so much possibility.

No freedom. I'm kept in solitude. No one will take me seriously.

I made a mistake. Doesn't every kid? I don't need to be treated like an alien.

I've learned right from wrong. Please believe me.. I won't do it again.

I'm practically talking to myself. it's interesting to see so many people not say a word.

Nothing to my face that is. It's amazing all the things about myself I've heard.

It feels as if my life is over. My opportunities dwindling down and down.

So much for a bright future. So much talk in such a little town.

These white walls are so empty. So much to think about while enclosed.

I could remain blank like walls around me, or I could stand in the middle.

Different and exposed.