Behind Bars Blues

Doing time behind the walls of prison. Cause I made a bad decision. Never seeing our family and friends. Being alone until our times at end. We wash our own socks and make our own bed. We play cards or watch tv until we are fed. Fighting,tatoo's and shaving our head. More to eat then just water and bread. We read books and we also play games. Being in prison there is no one to blame. Living here is the hardest thing to do. Everything about prison is true. When I leave this place I'll never be back. Believe this poem cause it's a fact. Teresa Skyles Entered in Maranda Lambert's"Behind bars blues"contest.