Leather restraints Steal her freedom. Crazed at being tethered Like an animal, She secretly screams inside, But knows she must not cry out, Or physically struggle, That would only make it worse. She is innocent, Yet they torture her Like a war criminal. She is kind of heart, She just needs the right pills, Yet this “place” that’s supposed to Make you better, Only kills your spirit, And lets you go.
"The greatest warriors are the ones who stand for peace." H. Near