My Footprint

My Footprint

Jail.
It's a different reality.
Different rules.
Real reality.
No game.
You know where
you stand.

I
am free now
they say
but
I
am marked
I
still carry
jail
inside me.

Helpless.
Nobody can help.
It's a neverending
fight.

I can never escape
or
start over.

I
will always be
a criminal
in your eyes.

The pain
clears away
the hallucination
of
freedom.

I see they
took away
the iron bars
and now
imprison me
with you
as my keeper
behind bars
I cannot see
because
they are
in
your
mind.