It's often hard to make my presence known when thoughts are taken hostage in my soul. And so I suffer silently alone - a prisoner of pride and self-control. I just assume you'll see it on my face - the fear and anger which will not relent; there are no trailer visits for disgrace. Inmates may write, but letters are not sent. My feelings get locked down inside my heart, I hold them deep within, begrudge them light. Me and my loved one forced to be apart - like Alcatraz; a crude, abandoned site! If no one knows or cares I'm doing time - can the silent treatment still be deemed a crime?
