A PRISONER IN MY OWN HOME

I am a prisoner in my own home.
The 4 walls are the only friends I’ve known.
Child’s play was such a foreign word.

A child denied of her right.
An adult stuck in a child’s body.
For the actions conflicted upon her.

Am I a convict to be behind these bars?
A place I call my home,
Yet it’s so cold and lonely.