My Own Prison
By Brandy Wojo,
Santa Fe Community College
January 31, 2004

Sometimes I feel like I’m in my own prison
Everybody is free to roam around
While I’m stuck behind bars

I don’t want your pity
And I don’t ask for your sympathy
I want your love and understanding
Just like everyone else

I can’t speak my mind
Or lash out at people
I keep everything within
Afraid to show that other side of me

It’s very frustrating for those around me all the time
To have to guess
And ask questions

It’s not picnic for me either
But I do it anyway
Since that’s the only way

I have many friends
They treat me with respect and dignity
There are no words to describe how much that means to me
I’m not able to tell them
But in some ways
I think they know

I desire to be loved by a man
And yearn to have a child
It’s the little things that I can’t do
Like walking, talking and many other things…
That I truly miss

Sometimes I feel like I’m in my own prison
Everybody is free to roam around
While I’m stuck behind bars

But I have no regrets
For this is the life that chose me

Author’s note:
I wrote “My Own Prison” so people can understand what it is like to live the way that I do. I wanted to express my raw emotions and put myself out there so people can see inside my soul. I was born with some disease the doctors still haven’t been able to diagnose. I am not able to walk, but I am able to think for myself. I am not able to talk, but I am able to use my writing as my voice.

Home | About Us| Students on the Issues | Teen Life | College Life| Creative Corner | Entertainment | Sports
Writer's Zone | From the Publisher/Founder | Role Models In Actions | Archive | Contact Us | Privacy